Fountains Of Wayne - Workingman's Hands lyrics

He can knock down the wall Build it up strong Set the flagstones in a path With a nail and a hammer Barrow and saw See about the hole in the roof And the gathered all breathe A sigh of relief At completion of a well-laid plan It's wearing the day long And breaking the skin In the palms of the workingman's hands Let the tool do the work Pull and don't push Drag that wagon over the hill Measure twice and cut once, son Clear the felled brush Edge around the gardens and walks On a shiny John Deere Will he reappear With a power drill and a paintbrush And a chip on his shoulder As wide as a barn And as hard as the workingman's hands Now your Uncle John walked A mile to school In a storm and it was uphill both ways Oh, you save your money for a hole in the ground A black car and a long wall of roses And the gathered all breathe A sigh of relief At completion of a well-laid plan It's wearing the day long And breaking the skin In the palms of the workingman's hands Now the old iron gate Could use some fresh paint