Plowman's Veins

Waking up with the sun's first light boots on Ready for the fight Plowing rows from dawn till dusk Calic hands full of dust Sweat eyes, flat eyebrow Back starts to ache But every furrow's a promise I make For the ones I love Waiting at home building dreams From the seeds I've sown Hard work It's the fire in my veins Turning to the fire And dirt to gold Through the poor in my bones But my heart sings loud Proud of the man standing Standing loud Proud of the man Standing tall and sound Yeah, hard work It's what sets me free The rhythm of life Calling out to me There was There was a time I'd question the grind nights Wondering If I'd lose my mind But looking back Those calloused hands Carved out a life On these promised lands I've never seen a life like this Hard work It's the fire in my veins Turning dirt to gold Through the poor in my bones But my heart sings loud Proud of the man standing Standing stands loud Proud of the man standing tall and sound Yeah, hard work It's what sets me free The rhythm of life Calling out to me Sun's setting low Day's finally done I've got to go Hard work calls And I'll always come I'll always come And I'll always come And I'll always come