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"