Songs by Marvin A.


   

WORKIN' MAN'S HANDS (ROCK COUNTRY MIX)

  1. WORKIN' MAN'S HANDS (ROCK COUNTRY MIX)
    Marvin A.
    Genre: Country/Country Rock



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    Lyrics:
                                                      
    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 came for career day from mendin' fences 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 Yeah we need doctors, and we need lawyers But 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 Yeah we need doctors, and we need lawyers But 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 Then the man in the suit told the kids in the room my dad swung a hammer 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 Yeah we need doctors, and we need lawyers But 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


                                                                                                                                                                                        
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