Ranch Hand - Me and a Fiddle

I got a scar on my third knuckle
From stretching 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 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'll lose their grip and let go when it hits the fan
But none of them'll hold you like a ranch hand can

They start early in the morning
Work 'til the night comes creeping
Come home and light a wood stove fire
And love you all damn evening

They'll be your strong and steady
When your heart's on the line
Girl, put your hand in my hand
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'll 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'll lose their grip and let go when it hits the fan
But none of them can hold you like a ranch hand can
None of them'll 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"