Ranch Hand

I got a scar on my third knuckle
From stretchin' barbed wire fence
My fists got me out of 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 want to 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 woodstove fire
Then love ya all damn evenin'

They'll be your strong and steady
When your heart's on the line
Girl put your hand in mine
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

(Like a Ranch Hand can)

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
But none of them will 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"