Letras
My Grandpa would rise every morning
Get out to the fields by dawn
Pioneers they plow the earth and rain
Rock-a-bye the seed and all the life it bring
Rock-a-bye the life it bring
Rock-a-bye
Rock-a-bye
Rock-a-bye the life it bring
My Daddy laid brick every summer
Hammering nails in the heat
Pioneers they earn through skill and sweat
With two jobs, overtime and an honest days beat
Working hands do work
Working hands do bleed
Working hands they work all day 'cause they got mouths to feed
Working hands do work
Working hands do bleed
Working hands they work all day 'cause they got mouths to feed
Now I've come to learn the tireless ways
Of the pioneers and their song
The hand that guides the hammer the plow and the pen
Is the same pioneer of my own that I've become
Of my own that I've become
Of my own
Of my own
Of my own that I've become
Working hands do work
Working hands do bleed
Working hands they work all day 'cause they got mouths to feed
Working hands do work
Working hands do bleed
Working hands work all day 'cause they got mouths to feed
Working hands do work now child
Working hands do bleed
Working hands they work all day 'cause they got mouths to feed
Let my hands do the work