Harvest Hands

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Dust on my cap Sun in my eyes Thermos coffee Biscuits in foil by my side Boots by the door Map on the dash Granddad’s lucky pocketknife Riding in my back pocket stash [Chorus] I’m an international harvester Steel bone Diesel heart worker Rolling through the fields like a freight train sermon Bringing in the gold when the sky starts turning Calloused hands Dirt on my shirt Turning this earth till my back might hurt Yeah I’m an international harvester Born to make this ground give birth [Verse 2] Neighbors waving Kids on the fence Radio preacher Talking ‘bout common sense Fuel gauge flirting Right on E But this old rig Still believes in me [Chorus] I’m an international harvester Steel bone Diesel heart worker Rolling through the fields like a freight train sermon Bringing in the gold when the sky starts turning Calloused hands Dirt on my shirt Turning this earth till my back might hurt Yeah I’m an international harvester Born to make this ground give birth [Bridge] All year long it’s notes and numbers Broken belts and midnight thunder But come fall That roar I’m hearing Sounds a lot like crowds all cheering (oh yeah) [Chorus] I’m an international harvester Steel bone Diesel heart worker Rolling through the fields like a freight train sermon Bringing in the gold when the sky starts turning Calloused hands Dirt on my shirt Turning this earth till my back might hurt Yeah I’m an international harvester I was made for this patch of earth