Working Hands

Grandpa would rise every morning Get out to the fields by dawn Pioneers plow the earth and rain Rock-a-bye the seed and all the life it bring Rock-a-bye the life it bring Rock-a-bye Rock-a-bye Rock-a-bye the life it bring My Daddy laid brick every summer Hammering nails in the heat Pioneers earn through skill and sweat With two jobs, overtime and an honest day's beat Working hands do work Working hands do bleed Working hands, work all day 'Cause they got mouths to feed Working hands do work Working hands do bleed Working hands, work all day 'Cause they got mouths to feed Now I've come to learn the tireless ways Of the pioneer and their song The hand that guides the hammer, the plow and the pen Is the same pioneer of my own that I've become Of my own that I've become Of my own Of my own Of my own that I've become Working hands do work Working hands do bleed Working hands, work all day 'Cause they got mouths to feed Working hands do work Working hands do bleed Working hands, work all day 'Cause they got mouths to feed Working hands do the work now child Working hands do bleed Working hands, work all day 'Cause they got mouths to feed Let my hands do the work now