Calloused Hands

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I rise before the sunrise no promises to claim 
                A                                   E 
My boots are full of gravel my back's a burning flame 
                      A                                 E       C#m 
The boss sits in his tower while I'm down here in the grime 
                    F#m                        E 
He signs with golden ink I bleed to earn a dime 

           A                                E 
Got these calloused hands and hunger in my soul 
                                   A                 E 
Ain't sellin' off my spirit for a paycheck full of holes 
                     A                G#     C#m      A 
The world may never see me but I won't bow or break 
                            E                                 E 
'Cause the heart of this old country's built on the work we make 

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That lady in the kitchen the man up on the beam 
             A                                 E 
The driver in the city cleaning floors no one sees 
                    A                          C#m 
Good folks holdin' steady don't beg or ask for grace 
                     F#m                            
Still dreamin' every evening of a fair and kinder place 

           A                                E 
Got these calloused hands and hunger in my soul 
                                   A                 E 
Ain't sellin' off my spirit for a paycheck full of holes 
                     A                G#     C#m      A 
The world may never see me but I won't bow or break 
                            E                                 E 
'Cause the heart of this old country's built on the work we make 

               A 
They say your worth is what you earn 
                         E 
Well that just ain't the truth 
                  A 
You're worth the way you struggle on 
                            
Your pride your pain your roots 

           A                                        E 
Got these calloused hands and pride they can't erase 
                            A                    E 
No money ever bought me no man can take my place 
                        A                    C#m   A 
Still diggin' in the trenches no medals on my chest 
                      E                          E  A 
But I leave a mark behind me-they can't lay to rest