The Man in Fold and Glue

[Verse] Ron wakes up at the break of dawn, Pulls on his boots, his mind ain't gone, Drives that old Ford, radio playin' true, Another day at Wingate, in Fold and Glue. [Verse 2] Round the machines, where the air is thick, Gloves on his hands, making each fold stick, Whistle while working, a hum to his day, Dreamin' of sunsets, and a bumpy dirt roadway. [Chorus] He's the man in Fold and Glue, Giving all he's got, makin' dreams come true, Boxes and packages, through and through, Ron’s heart beats in Wingate’s tune. [Verse 3] Lunchtime comes, with a sandwich neat, Ron sits alone, tapping his feet, Thinking of family, and that little brown dog, In his backyard, as the day’s minutes slog. [Verse 4] Clock strikes five, and he sheds his gear, A heartbeat closer to those he holds dear, Windows wind down, in his beat-up truck, Freedom's a hum, in the way he’s struck. [Chorus] He's the man in Fold and Glue, Giving all he's got, makin' dreams come true, Boxes and packages, through and through, Ron’s heart beats in Wingate’s tune.