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