Son Of A Working Man

Daddy's hands were always rough and hard
Between all the callouses and scars
There were times he couldn't even stand
But I'm proud to be the son of a working man.

I learned from an early age, you see
Nothing in this life comes easily
Daddy taught me an honest living
And how to be a man
And I'm proud to be the son of a working man.

Now, I'm proud to hold my daddy's name
We may not have had money
But I wouldn't change a thing
Cause Daddy's two strong arms were filled with love, you understand
And I'm proud to be the son of a working man.

Now, I'm proud to hold my daddy's name
We may not have had money
But I wouldn't change a thing
Cause Daddy's two strong arms were filled with love, you understand
And I'm proud to be the son of a working man.

As I look through these old photographs
I remember all the good times me and Daddy had
And in the end, his family, we were all he had
And I'm proud to be the son of a working man
Lord, I'm proud to be the son of a West Virginia working man.