Pick it up man, your dusty shovel
Spit on your hands and
Stick it in the ground
Put it on man, the dirty blue pants
The black felt hat
Here comes the man I'm looking at
Here comes the man I'm looking at
His life was written on his hands
His soul was flooding in his veins
And they talk to me
Those big old hands I see
For the same blood lives in me
Get on down man, in the coal mine
Spit on your hands and
Stick the pick in the rock
Bring'em up man, the chuncks of black coal
And waste no time for
We're selling well and we want some more
We're selling well and we want some more
His life was written on his hands
His soul was flooding in his veins
And they speak to me
Those big old hands I see
For the same blood lives in me
Stretch'em out man, the muscle and bone
And keep breathin'
The air in your chest comes loaded with dust
But we need you down man, you and a thousand
To dig earth and stone
You immigrant workers get the fuel for the nation
You immigrant workers burn their youth for the nation
His life was written on his hands
His soul was flooding in his veins
And they speak to me
Those big old hands I see
For the same blood lives in me
