Calloused Hands

E A E 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 A E 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