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

You know the more I see the deeper I believe
The best place for this world to be is
In the hands of a working man
Where love is easy to understand
Now looking back I see who I am right there
In the hands of a working man

This world turns in the hand of a working man