Rolled up early, coffee in my hand, Said, “Today’s the day I’ll stick to the plan.” Took one step, slipped on a clamp, Now there’s diesel on my boots and a dent in the ramp. Chorus Got them boatyard blues, knockin’ my head again, Every winch and wrench is my lifelong friend. Bust my knuckles, bruise my pride, But I’ll be back tomorrow with sandpaper eyes. Verse 2 Crawled under the hull to fix that leak, Banged my elbow so hard I couldn’t speak. Dropped the ratchet, bounced off my knee, Cussed in five new languages — fluently! Chorus Got them boatyard blues, salt in my cut again, Rust in my hair and paint on my skin. Ain’t no doctor, just electrical tape, And a prayer that today’s tetanus escape. Bridge Band‑Aids and duct tape, side by side, Ain’t much we can’t patch or hide. If pain made money, I’d be rich by noon, But this paycheck’s just a greasy tune. Verse 3 Boss walked by, said, “You okay?” I said, “Yeah, just testing gravity today.” He shook his head, gave me that grin— “Long as the boat’s floatin’, you keep punchin’ in.” Final Chorus Got them boatyard blues, banged and bruised and proud, We laugh so loud it shakes the clouds. One more scar, that ain’t news— Just another line in my boatyard blues! Tagline (Outro) Yeah, I’ll live forever — if duct tape counts as glue.