I'm a steel worker from Pittsburghnmy daddy was one toonI hear the president is coming our waynto drink some iron city brewnhe's raising money for his campaignngetting it while he cann'cause when he lifts that tariffnour steel will turn to sandnour steel will turn to sandnnNever been more than 50 milesnfrom my own front doornand now my son is hunkered downnfighting the president's warnI wonder if he'll speak with menor maybe answer a question or twonI sure hope I can catch his eyenprobably not an easy thing to donprobably not an easy thing to donnHe's kinda quiet when steel comes upnand the reason we all agreenthere are only a few money boys herenthe rest are folks like menthey had us decking out the hall downtownnin red white and bluenI'm washing the grime from my handsnand the bullshit from my shoesnand the bullshit from my shoesnnYou come down here looking for dollar billsnwell what are my kids to donright now I can provide for them well enoughnbut not the both of youncome sit at my tablenwe'll break bread and have a beernand leave your circus clowns on the porchnthey're not welcome herennI'm a steel worker from Pittsburghnmy daddy was one toonI hear the president is coming our waynto drink some iron city brew