My hand's are callused July to July
I work all day and barely get by
From the mud on my boots
To the scars on my skin
Lord have mercy on hard working men
A sheep herder came he put up a fence
I saw him last August but I Ain't seen him since
The money ain't good but their's stories to tell
Pick up a shovel go dig out a well

We neither complain nor do we groan
Were determined as hell and worn to our bones
Out here in the desert if you die you fail
The ole cow punchers are mean as hell

Now i'm sure it must have been a long time ago
I packed up my bag and walked out the door
Mother was crying and papa said go on
If you ain't staying here go find a new home

I joined up the army they cut off my hair
taught me to shoot and how not to care
I picked up some habits
I picked up some girls
I burned down the village and traveled the world

Had me a buddy his name Chen Lee
Drowned him an Insurgent down in the black sea
We didn't say much just watched and we stared
As the bubbles popped up his last breath of air

Four years is long six months is bad
The hardest of all is the one's you ain't had
If you're looking for answers
If you sure want to know
Go ask the insurgent who sleeps down below