Hands of a Working Man

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