This hammer sure feels heavy this close to quittin' time
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Even though I'm tired now soon I'll come alive
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Wash my hands and change this shirt and head out down the road
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That takes me to the one I love waitin' there at home
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And it's the sweetest place I've ever been calloused hands love tender skin
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That's where the good times all begin calloused hands love tender skin
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She knows the world I work in can sometimes take its toll
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Hands that work so hard all day need someone soft to hold
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She takes the perfume off the shelf and lets her hair hang low
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When I hit the door she's there to make sure that I know
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And it's the sweetest place...
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It's the sweetest place...
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Calloused Hands
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| Mark Collie |
