LYRIC



Standing in the check out line,
She pulled her cart up next to mine
She asked if I would help her to unload
My hands they just don’t work the same,
They’re stiff and crooked, But I won’t complain
These hands have toiled and laboured to get me by
It’s the least that I can do to show,
The thanks I have and the debt I owe
It’s taken a life of living to get my hands to look like this

Back in days when I was young,
When little arms around me clung
They dried a thousand tears from crying eyes
They cleaned the dirt from tumbled knees
Spent countless hours shelling garden peas
And the built the house we lived in at the time
They scrubbed a few walls pots and pans,
Coined the phrase of dish pan hands
It’s taken a life of living to get my hands to look like this

It’s taken a life of living to get my hands to look like this
Leathered, cracked and wrinkled from working hard,
I must admit, I know
They’re not too much to look upon,
Never soaked them in a fine salon
It’s taken a life of living to get my hands to look like this.

Lost the farm in ‘63, Took a job in town at the factory,
I assembled parts til my hands were thick and numb
The had their knocks, their bumps and blows,
But they bought the farm that the bank foreclosed
And a horse who taught the kids all how to ride
They had their share of cuts and scars,
But they taught the value of working hard
It’s taking a life of living to get my hands to look like this

It’s taken a life of living to get my hands to look like this
Leathered, cracked and wrinkled from working hard,
I must admit, I know
They’re not too much to look upon,
Never soaked them in a fine salon
It’s taken a life of living to get my hands to look like this.

Now you know about these hands,
I hope you don’t misunderstand
I’ve given them the best care that I could
Though they’ve never had a life of ease,
Never pampered, I can guarantee
They’re the reason that I stand here with my pride
My life has been their manicure,
Shaped by service through the years
It’s taken a life of living to get my hands to look like this

It’s taken a life of living to get my hands to look like this
Leathered, cracked and wrinkled from working hard,
I must admit, I know
They’re not too much to look upon,
Never soaked them in a fine salon
It’s taken a life of living to get my hands to look like this.
It’s taken a life of living to get my hands to look like this.

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