Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I caught my hands in the glass
Saw your shape in the lines
Same old cuts on the knuckles
Same slow weathered design
I turned them over and there you were
Quiet as a prayer
Calloused like yours
Right there
[Pre-Chorus]
You showed me how to hold the nail
How to keep the board true
How to stay when the day went hard
And still come home to you
[Chorus]
Calloused like yours
Steady like yours
These hands know the road
They learned from you
Calloused like yours
Gentle like yours
Built to lift and to mend
And to love right through
[Verse 2]
I remember the shed door swinging
Dust on your work shirt sleeve
You'd tap the wrench on the bench top
Then teach me what to believe
Not just how to get the job done
But how to care for what we make
How to wash a hurt clean
And how much a man can take
[Pre-Chorus]
You never said the good things twice
You just lived them plain
Now I hear your voice in my head
When the hard days rain
[Chorus]
Calloused like yours
Steady like yours
These hands know the road
They learned from you
Calloused like yours
Gentle like yours
Built to lift and to mend
And to love right through
[Bridge]
And maybe that is growing up
Not losing where you're from
It's carrying your roughened hands
Into the life I've come from
I miss you in the small hard tasks
The ones you made look light
Still when I take the weight, I feel
Your grip inside
[Final Chorus]
Calloused like yours
Steady like yours
These hands know the road
They learned from you
Calloused like yours
Gentle like yours
Built to lift and to mend
And to love right through
Calloused like yours
I still do
Style
acoustic folk balladslow 6/8 sway with fingerpicked guitarsoft string swellsbrushed percussionand tender male vocals; verse stays intimate and close-micpre-chorus lifts with held harmonieschorus opens warm with stacked doublesthe bridge strips to solo guitar and breathy voice before a final chorus with cello bloom and gentle backing oohs; subtle fret squeaksroom-tone breathsand a harp-like guitar harmonic fill between lines; warmnaturaland richly human mixsoftacousticwarmballadsteadygentle
Prompt
A warm acoustic Father's Day ballad with tender vocals: a grown son noticing his hands have become his father's — calloused, steady, gentle — fingerpicked guitar and soft strings, remembering being taught to work and to care.
Credits
Prompt byZona
GeneratedJun 17, 2026
ModelAria v5.5
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