Calloused Hands
Words & Music by Bush/Roberts
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Take a number
Stand in line
Join the man with the big ole house
Couldn’t pay in time
I see you cryin’
He’s cryin’ too
You’re not the only one to lose
Ain’t nothing new
And I know you’ve got it bad
So dust your boots off
Show the world those
Calloused hands
Don’t let the new day
Pass you by
The summer wind will dry the tear from your eye
Another mountain
Don’t mean the end
You’ve reached the top before
You’ll find your way again
And I know you’ve got it bad
And it seems like good ain’t never comin’ back
Pull your head out of the sand
Dust your boots off
Show the world those
Calloused hands
Leave the past behind
And chase the morning sun
From dirt to rock to asphalt
You’ve laid the road you run
The road you run
And I know you’ve got it bad
And it seems like good ain’t never comin’ back
So pull your head out of the sand
Dust your boots
Show the world those
Calloused hands
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