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 truth
hands more money
Than ever will
make the
stand still
grip
And it fan
But none can you like
can
They start in morning
Work till night comes creepin’
Come and a wood stove fire
And ya all damn evenin’
be your strong and steady
When your heart’s on line
put your in my hand
We’ll outlast hands time
hands more money
Than ever will
make the
stand still
grip
And it fan
But none can you like
can
I got a scar on my third knuckle
From stretchin’ barbed wire fence
And it’ll hide underneath ring
if you yes
