Early in the morning I'd smell that diesel burning
and I'd watch him and his old truck go rumbling down
the road. Later on in the evening in the distance I
would hear him like lightning I'd go straight out that front door.
Into the hands of a working man life was easy for me
to understand now looking back I see who I am right
there in the hands of a working man
I can still remember it was a cold day in December
I walked into the kitchen I saw a tear rolling down
his face he was sitting with my Mother they were leaning
on each other I listened there she whispered I have faith

In the hands of a working man love was easy for me
to understand now looking back I see who I am right
there in the hands of a working man
You know the more I see the deeper I believe the best
place for this world to be is in the hands of a working
man where love is easy to understand now looking back
I see who I am right there in the hands of a working man
This world turns in the hand of a working man