Hands Phil Ochs
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Oh I've seen the hands of the laborer lifting all the loads
And the Granite stuck to their fingers as they built the canals and the roads
Now they're clear and the bridges span
Rivers paused by a power dam
And now, the hands of the laborer are reaching out to you
Oh, the hands, hands, hands
That work to build the land, your land
The labor of a man, man, man working with his hands
And I've seen the hands of the miner digging out the coal
And the black dust stuck to his fingers as he lives his life in a hole
But the rocks they're under the ground and the miners are closing down
And now, the hands of the miner is reaching out to you
Oh, the hands, hands, hands
That work to build the land, your land
The labor of a man, man, man, a-working with his hands
And I've seen the hands of the lumberjack, and the forests sway in the breeze
And the splinters stuck to his fingers as the lumber was torn from the trees
And the wood that came from the timber tall built your buildings from wall to wall
And now, the hand of the lumberjack is reaching out to you
Oh, the hands, hands, hands
A-workin on the land, your land
The labor of a man, man, man, a-working with his hands
And the Granite stuck to their fingers as they built the canals and the roads
Now they're clear and the bridges span
Rivers paused by a power dam
And now, the hands of the laborer are reaching out to you
Oh, the hands, hands, hands
That work to build the land, your land
The labor of a man, man, man working with his hands
And I've seen the hands of the miner digging out the coal
And the black dust stuck to his fingers as he lives his life in a hole
But the rocks they're under the ground and the miners are closing down
And now, the hands of the miner is reaching out to you
Oh, the hands, hands, hands
That work to build the land, your land
The labor of a man, man, man, a-working with his hands
And I've seen the hands of the lumberjack, and the forests sway in the breeze
And the splinters stuck to his fingers as the lumber was torn from the trees
And the wood that came from the timber tall built your buildings from wall to wall
And now, the hand of the lumberjack is reaching out to you
Oh, the hands, hands, hands
A-workin on the land, your land
The labor of a man, man, man, a-working with his hands
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