HandsofaWorkingMan

Hands of a Working Man - Johnny Reid

Early in the morning

I'd smell that diesel burning

And I'd watch him and his old truck

Go rumbling down the road

Later on in the evening

In the distance I would hear

Him like lightning I'd go

Straight out that front door

Into the hands of a working

Man life was easy for me to

Understand now looking back

I see who I am right there in

The hands of a working man

I can still remember it was a

Cold day in December

I walked into the kitchen

I saw a tear rolling down

His face he was sitting with

My Mother they were leaning

On each other I listened there

She whispered I have faith

In the hands of a working

Man love was easy for me to

Understand now looking back

I see who I am right there in

The hands of a working man

You know the more

I see the deeper

I believe the best place

For this world to be is in the

Hands of a working man where

Love is easy to understand now

Looking back I see who

I am right there in the

Hands of a working man

This world turns in the

Hand of a working man