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Calloused Hands by Vianka Rodriguez

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E                 A                E
I rise before the sunrise no promises to claim
                A                                   E
My boots are full of gravel my back's a burning flame
                      A                                 E       C#m
The boss sits in his tower while I'm down here in the grime
                    F#m     B                   E
He signs with golden ink I bleed to earn a dime

           A                                E
Got these calloused hands and hunger in my soul
                      B             A                 E
Ain't sellin' off my spirit for a paycheck full of holes
                     A      B          G#     C#m    B  A
The world may never see me but I won't bow or break
                            E                B                 E
'Cause the heart of this old country's built on the work we make

                  A                         E
That lady in the kitchen the man up on the beam
             A                                 E
The driver in the city cleaning floors no one sees
                    A                          C#m
Good folks holdin' steady don't beg or ask for grace
                     F#m                           B
Still dreamin' every evening of a fair and kinder place

A                                E
Got these calloused hands and hunger in my soul
                      B             A                 E
Ain't sellin' off my spirit for a paycheck full of holes
                     A      B          G#     C#m    B  A
The world may never see me but I won't bow or break
                            E                B                 E
'Cause the heart of this old country's built on the work we make

               A
They say your worth is what you earn—
                         E
Well that just ain't the truth
                  A
You're worth the way you struggle on
                           B
Your pride your pain your roots

           A                                        E
Got these calloused hands and pride they can't erase
                B            A                    E
No money ever bought me no man can take my place
                        A    B                C#m B  A
Still diggin' in the trenches no medals on my chest
                      E      B                    E  A
But I leave a mark behind me—-they can't lay to rest