The call comes in late at night
Wire down people out of lights
You kiss your wife you don’t feel like going
The rains pouring and the wind is blowing
Long hours and bad weather, we face it all
The job’s not easy, but it was our call
We wanted to be a lineman, and climb the tall poles
To keep the meters turning is our main goal
It takes pride, integrity, and a whole lot of guts
To do our job, though some think us nuts
Linemen have a bond, a brotherhood you might say
It comes from the hazards and danger they face every day
You trust your buddy you know he’ll be there
To give you a hand high in the air
The wire is big the voltage is high
With God’s grace, he won’t let you die
When the work is all done, and day is though
We go home to our families, proud of what we do
William D. Jenkins - Lineman