Calloused Hands

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...