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Hands of a Working Man
Look at the hands of a working man
I will show you life through this
The calluses tell a story of life
The scars are a permanent reminder
His hard work and deeds rest in his head
The noble trooper of today
Look at the hands of a working man
This I know is true bliss
Working through the wretched strife
All this further from being kinder
His only refuge is his bed
It's the only place his thoughts may lay
Look at my hands, I am the working man
Dying to tell you my travels and thoughts
Inner peace is found through working
Knowing I can make it another day
Sore and sad from knowing
You shall live forever working
My hands are of a working man
My tears are of a softer man
My heart is of a tender man
My happiness is of a stupid man
My work is for a happy man
My tragedy is I'm a working man
