Calloused Hands
This hammer sure feels heavy this close to quittin' time
Even though I'm tired now soon I'll come alive
Wash my hands and change this shirt and head out down the road
That takes me to the one I love waitin' there at home
And it's the sweetest place I've ever been calloused hands love tender skin
That's where the good times all begin calloused hands love tender skin
She knows the world I work in can sometimes take its toll
Hands that work so hard all day need someone soft to hold
She takes the perfume off the shelf and lets her hair hang low
When I hit the door she's there to make sure that I know
And it's the sweetest place...
It's the sweetest place...
Writer/s: Gene Levine / Pat Alger
