Built by These Hands

Lyrics

Verse 1
Sun comes up on the shed
Coffee gone cold again
Same old truck in the drive
Same old ache in my hands
Lunchbox tin, bent wrench
Grease on a faded jean
I punch in with a prayer
And I leave with a dream

Pre-Chorus
Ain't much money
Ain't much fame
Just a porch light burnin'
And a good last name

Chorus
Built by these hands
Built by these hands
From a six-day week
To a steady land
Built by these hands
Built by these hands
(These hands)
I raise my boy
The best I can

Verse 2
Mama sets out supper
Dad sits by the fan
Little feet on the floor
Learn the way of a man
Main street closes early
But the church stays bright
Folks still wave from the trucks
On a Friday night

Pre-Chorus
We don't bend too easy
We don't back down
We keep our word
On this red dirt ground

Chorus
Built by these hands
Built by these hands
From a six-day week
To a steady land
Built by these hands
Built by these hands
(These hands)
I raise my boy
The best I can

Bridge
Someday this ringed-up skin
Will hand off the load
To another set of hands
On this same old road
And if the world asks what
Kept us standing proud
It was love in the labor
And the truth we wore out

Final Chorus
Built by these hands
Built by these hands
Through the hail and the heat
And the shifting sand
Built by these hands
Built by these hands
(These hands)
We leave behind
What we understand

Built by these hands
Built by these hands
From a six-day week
To a steady land
Built by these hands
Built by these hands
(These hands)
I raise my boy
The best I can