Lyrics

(This is a song about working hands) A lover sings of his own true love A sailor, a sailor sings of the sea What can I be singing of But of my only property I'm gonna sing a song of my hands Hear the sound of the midnight train Echoin' down in the mine The hiss of the steel and the grind of the crane The rumble of the assembly line That is the song of my hands I'll tell you why of my hands I sing The kids at home eat what my hands can bring When towers of steel rose from out of the plains Did you see my hands workin' there? All around us the tractors, the trucks and the trains We laid stone upon stone upon stone in the air And on top of the job were my hands My two hands are mighty hands They're hard, they're strong, they're free In all this world no man can buy them in slavery My two hands are my take home pay And they're how much milk at my door? How many pounds may my children weigh? How did you figure the price before You tell me the price of my hands? What is the value of my two hands Appraise them as you've done before They built your factories, tilled your lands They've made you riches and they'll make more What will you pay for my hands Calculate carefully, ponder it well And remember this when you do My two hands they are mine to sell They made your machines they can stop them too That is the power of my hands Calculate carefully, ponder it well And remember this when you do My two hands they are mine to sell They made your machines they can stop them too That is the power of my hands