Rust Belt Fields

This is my town
 Out in the rust belt fields
 We were bangin' out Buicks
 And Oldsmobiles
 There was always a job
 And the money was there
 Some say we got a little lazy
 Nobody seemed to care
 But they figured it out
 And shipped the elbow grease
 Down to Mexico
 And off to the Chinese
 And I learned a little something
 'Bout how things are
 No one remembers your name
 Just for working hard
 Drove into the ground
 Till your factory's cold
 Then they tear it all down
 And the parts get sold
 Come the bankers now
 Pickin' over the bones
 I got three more neighbors now
 'Bout to lose their homes
 'Cause they figured it out
 And shipped the elbow grease
 Down to Mexico
 And off to the Chinese
 And I learned a little something
 'Bout how things are
 No one gets a bonus
 For bloody knuckles and scars
 No one remembers your name
 Just for working hard
 There's a casino boat
 It's up around Boon
 Think I'll buy me a bottle
 And a motel room
 Put all I have left
 On a little black square
 Risk it all like the big boys
 Like I don't even care
 They'll drive you into the ground
 Till your engine's cold
 Call in the auctioneer
 As the banks foreclose
 And I learned a little something
 'Bout how things are
 No one gets a bonus
 For bloody knuckles and scars
 No one remembers your name
 Just for working hard