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I got a scar on my third knuckle
From stretchin' barbed wire fence
And my fist got me outta more trouble
Than it's ever got me in
Rawhide rope and broncs I've broke
Have left em bent and bruised
If you really wanna know a man
His hands always tell the truth

There's hands that hold more foldin' money
Than mine ever will
Hands that hold the power to make the
World turn or stand still
Some will lose their grip
And let go when it hits the fan
But none of them can hold you like
A ranch hand can

They start early in the morning
Work till the night comes creepin'
Come home and light a wood stove fire
And love ya all damn evenin'
They'll be your strong and steady
When your heart's on the line
Girl put your hand in my hand
We'll outlast the hands of time

There's hands that hold more foldin' money
Than mine ever will
Hands that hold the power to make the
World turn or stand still
Some will lose their grip
And let go when it hits the fan
But none of them can hold you like
A ranch hand can

I got a scar on my third knuckle
From stretchin' barbed wire fence
And it'll hide underneath the ring
That I'll wear if you say yes

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