Calloused Hands

There's a fire on the mountain
There's a voice from the hills
Coming down on a windstorm

There's a stirring, an aching
Rising in my bones
Like a long-lost child coming home
Coming home

Take these calloused hands and poor boy's dime
Take this broken heart of mine
Take these dead-end dreams and tired feet
I'm laying down this heavy load I'm carrying

I've been riding on a railcar
Passing through every town
Searching for that skyline of gold

Take these calloused hands and poor boy's dime
Take this broken heart of mine
Take these dead-end dreams and tired feet
I'm laying down this heavy load I'm carrying

I've been following Your North Star
But I just can't get it right
You're a voice that I remember
I can hear it every night

Take these calloused hands and poor boy's dime
Take this broken heart of mine
Take these calloused hands and poor boy's dime
Take this broken heart of mine
Take these dead-end dreams and tired feet
I'm laying down this heavy load I'm carrying
I'm laying down this heavy load I'm carrying



Credits
Writer(s): Dustin Reed, Sarah Mondragon-reed
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