Policy Man
(aw
yeah)
Well the sun comes up on another workday,
And the whole darn team knows who’s leading the way.
He’s the master of policy,
calm as can be,
Knows the RCS like a backroad he’s walked since he was three.
Ask ’bout a training folder?
He’ll grin and reply,
“Pull up a chair,
friend, I’ll tell ya exactly why.”
’Cause he’s Big Schramm—king of the plan,
A country boy with knowledge only he understands.
From O to the
S to the
L to the E,
He’s takin’ OSP where it’s meant to be.
And when the workday winds down and the lights get dim,
He two‑steps ’round the room with that easy country grin.
(that's right)
Now he runs Travel Easy,
that’s his pride and joy,
Keeps things smooth on the road for every traveler,
girl or boy.
If the routes get tangled or the rules get tight,
Schramm sorts it out
by the end of the night.
With a boots‑on swagger and a binder in hand,
He’s the heart and the engine of this whole darn land.
Yeah, he’s Big Schramm—steady and true,
Got a truck‑bed full of guidance and a can‑do attitude.
From O to the
S to the
L to the E,
He’s trail ridin’ OSP like a wild prairie.
And when the band starts playin’ that old barn tune,
He two‑steps ’cross the floor,
he’ll be glidin’ soon.
Some folks chase glory,
some chase the gold,
But Schramm chases structure
that never gets old.
He’s our map, he’s our compass,
he’s our long, straight line,
In the wide world of policy,
he’s the top of the pine.
Oh, Big Schramm—tip your hat his way,
He’s the policy cowboy ridin’ through the day.
Training folders in order
like a fence row neat,
And a Travel Easy empire sittin’ pretty at his feet.
Going O to the
S to the
L to the E—
Big Schramm’s name echoes like a country melody!
(woo!) (Yeah, that's how Big Schramm does it)