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These old hands feel like hammers and my boots are worn through

I got dirt all through my body smoke in my lungs too

Blood stains on my work shirt I do it all for you

I heard the foreman yelling that our deadlines coming soon

It’s dark out in the morning when I punch that clock on time and it’s dark out in the evening when it’s quitting time.

Got a picture of my family in this hard hat that I wear in my Stanley there’s a drawing from my daughter of us holding hands

My wife says that she loves me and that the kids are doing well can you swing by the bank and cash your paycheck there.