two strong hands

Born beneath a rusty Southern sky, Legs ain’t steady, but his will runs high. Dirt-road dreams in an old wheelchair, But these hands don’t tremble, they’re built for repair. Pa said, “Son, life’s a crooked mile,” So he gripped the plow, turned a field to gold. Calluses tell tales the world might ignore, A country boy’s heart—strong to the core. Two strong hands, ain’t nothin’ they can’t lift, From a busted engine to a harvest gift. The world sees limits, but he’s breakin’ plans, A steel-spined soul with two strong hands. Sunup to sundown, he’s chasin’ the light, Fixin’ fences, pullin’ tractors right. Whispers in town, “That boy’s half a man,” Till he swings a hammer, and they understand. Mama’s tears dried in the sweat he’s poured, A legacy forged in a workin’ man’s code. [Chorus] Two strong hands, ain’t nothin’ they can’t lift, From a busted engine to a harvest gift. The world sees limits, but he’s breakin’ plans, A steel-spined soul with two strong hands. Some pray for easy, he prays for rain, ‘Cuz a drought can’t d***n a fire in his veins. The chair’s just a seat on the ride he’s on, A river of grit where the weak are gone. Two strong hands, ain’t nothin’ they can’t lift, From a busted engine to a harvest gift. The world sees limits, but he’s breakin’ plans, A steel-spined soul with two strong hands.