[Verse 1]
Well I got my own bulldozer, got my dozer-hauling truck
And I got my demolition order, got to be out there by sunup
So I head west on Arroyo, right turn at Bishop Road
Pull up by the schoolhouse and jack down my dozer load
What I see?

[Chorus]
Dirt roads, beat up shacks stretched out far as I can see
Don't throw that brick my way, buddy
'Cause it's just work, it's just work for me

[Verse 2]
Now they called out all the police
Police dragged some old lady right downstairs
Hollering "Move your ass, all you taco benders
We're gonna protect and serve you right on away from here"
But you see
It ain't none of my business and it ain't my master plan
You got to go where they send you when you're a dozer-drivin' man

[Chorus]
Dirt roads, beat up shacks stretched out far as I can see
Don't walk down on me like that, buddy!
I'm telling you, it's just work, just work for me
[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 3]
Now this old truck is getting tired
This old bank account is getting low
Don't even own our own house trailer in Fontana
So I gotta do this work, you know
Some of you may like baseball
Well I guess baseball's alright with me
Someday there'll be a big ballpark here
Where your little old town used to be

[Chorus]
Dirt roads, country shacks
Old dogs and dry grass and dusty trees
This ain't your world, tell ya, buddy
Sure ain't my world
Just a job, a work, just work for me