LYRIC FOR SALE

By Donald Deschene

Working Mans Hands

I’ve walked the Alaskan Tundra, In the midnight sun
Drove the Dalton highway, in the dark of day
For a year for family, For my little one
Day turns to night, In Prudhoe Bay

Chorus
I’ve got working mans hands man
Proud of doing what I can with my hands
I,ve got working mans hands man
Like my Fathers before me, Working mans hands

I sometimes wonder what it takes to be a man
Bank on broken promises, do what I can
I know now that I’m destined, to forever be a working man
Now I have sweat on my, working mans hands

I question why my life is worth a couple bucks an hour
Work so hard and long, yet opportunities go sour
I don’t expect it all, just a little bit of it for me
must the hands of a working man, be my destiny

To those who work against me, I’ll try to forgive
Sometimes life flows by, like water through a sieve
I don’t ask much from life, I need the means to live
The hands of a working man, are all I have to give