Workingman's Hands

He can knock down the wall
 Build it up strong
 Set the flagstones in a path
 With a nail and a hammer
 Barrow and saw
 See about the hole in the roof
 And the gathered all breathe
 A sigh of relief
 At completion of a well-laid plan
 It's wearing the day long
 And breaking the skin
 In the palms of the workingman's hands
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 Let the tool do the work
 Pull and don't push
 Drag that wagon over the hill
 Measure twice and cut once, son
 Clear the felled brush
 Edge around the gardens and walks
 On a shiny John Deere
 Will he reappear
 With a power drill and a paintbrush
 And a chip on his shoulder
 As wide as a barn
 And as hard as the workingman's hands
 Now your Uncle John walked
 A mile to school
 In a storm and it was uphill both ways
 Oh, you save your money for a hole in the ground
 A black car and a long wall of roses
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 And the gathered all breathe
 A sigh of relief
 At completion of a well-laid plan
 It's wearing the day long
 And breaking the skin
 In the palms of the workingman's hands
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 Now the old iron gate
 Could use some fresh paint