Lyrics

[Intro]
[Soft pedal steel, acoustic guitar]
[Verse 1]
Every morning before the sun
Work boots waiting by the door
Coffee's made before I'm up
Just like the day before
Some folks might not notice much
'Bout a man who keeps his peace
But I've learned more from watching him
Than any words could teach
[Chorus]
His hands tell more truth than talking ever could
About the kind of man he's always been
Working, building, fixing what he should
That's my daddy, John Trigg, through and through
The kind of man who gets things done
Never asking thanks or praise from anyone
Yeah, that's who my daddy is
A good man who lets his actions speak
[Verse 2]
Saw him help old Mrs. James
Fix her porch without a word
Never sent a single bill
Like nothing had occurred
When Thompson's barn caught fire last spring
He was first one on the scene
Last to leave that smoky field
Never said where he had been
[Chorus]
His hands tell more truth than talking ever could...
[Solo]
[Pedal steel takes lead, backed by acoustic guitar]
[Bridge]
Some say silence is empty space
But I've seen it filled with grace
In the quiet of his ways
Teaching me to live the same
[Verse 3]
Now my own son watches me
Following those silent steps
And I pray that he can see
The strength in gentleness
[Chorus]
His hands tell more truth than talking ever could...
(Yeah, that's who my daddy is)
(A good man who lets his actions speak)