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