Lyrics

Grandpa would rise every morning
Get out to the fields by dawn
Pioneers plow the earth and rain to rock-a-bye the seed and all the life it brings
Rock-a-bye the life it brings
Rock-a-bye
Rock-a-bye
Rock-a-bye the life it brings

Daddy laid brick every summer
Hammering nails in the heat
Pioneers earn through skill and sweat from two jobs, overtime and an honest day’s beat

Working hands do work
Working hands do bleed
Working hands 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

Now I’ve come to learn the tireless ways
Of the pioneers and they’re songs
The hand that guides the hammer
The plow and the pen is the same pioneer of my own 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 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
Working hands do bleed
Working hands work all day cause they got mouths to feed