My Dad has tough hands Hard working and honest Blue collar hands He has scars On the backs of his thumbs And rips through his palms He has rugged hands Loving hands Warm and worn Heavy hands Stories between the base of his fingers The hands of a simple man Who sees no point in pessimism He has real-man hands That will carry any weight He could lift cars if he wanted to I know it He has hands with a background Never truly scrubbed clean Dirt and oil Fossilized beneath his fingernails My father has kind hands The kind of hands I hope my husband has