The Workin' Kind V1:
Sometimes they heal sometimes they hurt
They're calloused with scars they'll never lose
When times get tough, I fold them at church
Now there ain't much that they can't do
I love the feel of yours in mine
My hands, are the workin' kind V2:
They got worn down soles and torn up leather
They're covered in dirt and clay
They're Roughed up and a barely held together
But they'll never walk away
A better pair I'll never find
Now my boots, are the workin' kind Br:
If push comes to shove, my boots will stand their ground
My hands will always pull their weight
But when it comes to you and I, We're more than a 9 to 5
You know I'll do whatever it takes - to make this work