Working Man's Hands
© By Rex Smith
A youngster watches his dad falling from the sky
He jumps off the roof to fall like Dad
The little boy sees his dad come home dirty and tired
He rolls in the dirt just to look like Dad
His dad is the best in the world and his only hero
His dad races him across the street and lets him win
As he grows up he knows not all dads are like his
He knows he's a lucky boy to have a dad like his
His dad had hands of steel and was as strong as an ox
His friends said his dad was the coolest dad of all
He looked at his own hands and wished they could be like Dad's
He lived life to the fullest with his friends by his side
He lived life like there was no tomorrow just like Dad
His hobbies were cars bikes and chasing girls, they all got him hurt
Soon his hands were also like steel and rough as sandpaper
He prided himself of having working man's hands
What he was truly saying was he had hands like his Dad's
One day right around 10:00, he got the call that broke his heart
He went to his father's side just in time to say good-bye
His father's heart was too big yet too weak to live
He told no one 'cause he didn't want anyone's pity
His hands were just like his father's but his father was gone
On that day it broke his heart, the pain never left
His mind went where it never came back again
His back finally gave out trying to keep up the pace
His hands were no longer like his Dad's
His heart was broke again, never to mend again
His heart was the only thing that was just like his Dad's
His son, the youngest one, would look up to him
His son dirtied his hands and proudly called them working man's hands
His son said good-bye to his father as his dad closed his eyes
Good-bye
© By Rex Smith
A youngster watches his dad falling from the sky
He jumps off the roof to fall like Dad
The little boy sees his dad come home dirty and tired
He rolls in the dirt just to look like Dad
His dad is the best in the world and his only hero
His dad races him across the street and lets him win
As he grows up he knows not all dads are like his
He knows he's a lucky boy to have a dad like his
His dad had hands of steel and was as strong as an ox
His friends said his dad was the coolest dad of all
He looked at his own hands and wished they could be like Dad's
He lived life to the fullest with his friends by his side
He lived life like there was no tomorrow just like Dad
His hobbies were cars bikes and chasing girls, they all got him hurt
Soon his hands were also like steel and rough as sandpaper
He prided himself of having working man's hands
What he was truly saying was he had hands like his Dad's
One day right around 10:00, he got the call that broke his heart
He went to his father's side just in time to say good-bye
His father's heart was too big yet too weak to live
He told no one 'cause he didn't want anyone's pity
His hands were just like his father's but his father was gone
On that day it broke his heart, the pain never left
His mind went where it never came back again
His back finally gave out trying to keep up the pace
His hands were no longer like his Dad's
His heart was broke again, never to mend again
His heart was the only thing that was just like his Dad's
His son, the youngest one, would look up to him
His son dirtied his hands and proudly called them working man's hands
His son said good-bye to his father as his dad closed his eyes
Good-bye
