Marshall - The Workin' Kind lyrics

The Workin' Kind V1: Sometimes they heal sometimes they hurt They're calloused with scars they'll never lose When times get tough, I fold them at church Now there ain't much that they can't do I love the feel of yours in mine My hands, are the workin' kind V2: They got worn down soles and torn up leather They're covered in dirt and clay They're Roughed up and a barely held together But they'll never walk away A better pair I'll never find Now my boots, are the workin' kind Br: If push comes to shove, my boots will stand their ground My hands will always pull their weight But when it comes to you and I, We're more than a 9 to 5 You know I'll do whatever it takes - to make this work