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