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A man in a three thousand dollar suit
Glanced down at my hands before bothering to, look up at my face
He saw knuckles scarred from years of hard work
And under my nails stains of grease and dirt, scrubbin' can't erase

I said I'm here for career day, straight from discing
I made a promise to my little girl, I wouldn't miss it 
He blinked and smiled, but his eyes said what he didn't

	I stood at the front of that classroom
	No slides, no videos, just the truth
	And I said I never went to college
	These boots I wear have never seen polish
	I'm not a doctor, or a lawyer
	I'm a fourth generation farmer
	My job's to take good care of this land
	And proudly wear that dirt on these workin' man's hands

Then the whole room froze, everyone was silent
When your lights go out I said you call a lineman, not a pharmacist
And if your AC quits the hottest part of summer
Or your water bursts you're gonna call a plumber, cause it just makes sense

I said these jobs aren't fallbacks, they're foundations
They're the backbone that helped build this nation
And I believe that they should be part of your education

	I stood at the front of that classroom
	No slides, no videos, just the truth
	And I said I never went to college
	These boots I wear have never seen polish
	I'm not a doctor, or a lawyer
	I'm a fourth generation farmer
	My job's to take good care of this land
	And proudly wear that dirt on these workin' man's hands

A boy in the back yelled my dad's a rancher
Then a little girl said my mom's a dispatcher
We talked about a fiireman, a cop, a welder, and even a pastor

	I stood at the front of that classroom
	No slides, no videos, just the truth
	And I said I never went to college
	These boots I wear have never seen polish
	I'm not a doctor, or a lawyer
	I'm a fourth generation farmer
	My job's to take good care of this land
	And proudly wear that dirt on these workin' man's hands
	A workin' man's hands
	A workin' man's hands