Lyrics

HARD WORKING HANDS
(Ed Bentley/Jon Philibert)

Verse 1
She sat up on the fence while Grandpa chopped some wood
Swung her heels and hugged her doll, until his work was done
They walked back home together in silence hand in hand
In the shadows of the dying, setting sun
At last she said, say Grandpa, your hands are big and rough
He smiled and said, you'll realise, when you're old enough

Chorus
Hard working hands, built this country
They made the cars we drove, and ploughed the land
They fight the fires and raise our babies
So thank God for hard working hands

Verse 2
There's a miner down in Harlan lays his hammer down
A nurse up in Chicago ends a shift in morning light
A trucker rolling steady on the edge of town
America is working through the night
And I think about my daddy, with his tools and old lunch pail
And how he made a living from a hammer and some nails

Chorus
Hard working hands, built this country
They made the cars we drove, and ploughed the land
They fight the fires and raise our babies
So thank God for hard working hands

Bridge
All those that came before us, we owe the biggest debt
They sacrificed so much, and in case we should forget

Chorus
Hard working hands, built this country
They made the cars we drove, and ploughed the land
They fight the fires and raise our babies
So thank God for hard working hands

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So thank God for hard working hands