Working Hands Lyrics

Grandpa would rise every morning

Get out to the fields by dawn

Pioneers plow the earth and rain to rock-a-bye the seed and all the life it brings

Rock-a-bye the life it brings

Rock-a-bye

Rock-a-bye

Rock-a-bye the life it brings

Daddy laid brick every summer

Hammering nails in the heat

Pioneers earn through skill and sweat from 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 pioneers and they're songs

The hand that guides the hammer

The plow and the pen is the same pioneer of my own 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 work

Working hands do bleed

Working hands work all day cause they got mouths to feed