Hands Like My Father's (Lyrics) | She Swore She'd Never Be a Roofer's Kid. Now She Bakes at 4 AM

A father who came home smelling like tar and fell asleep in the recliner before the news was over. A daughter who swore she'd have a desk and clean nails. Hands Like My Father's is about looking down at bread dough at four in the morning and seeing his knuckles, his burns, and the only way he ever said 'I love you': with his boots. Stadium folk-rock with strummed acoustic, big floor-tom drums, mandolin swells and crowd 'ohh' chants under a warm strong female vocal. 116 BPM. "I've got hands like my father's And I'm not ashamed of it Every callus is a chapter Every scar's a sentence I wrote with grit" Lyrics on screen. Dad, I get it now. Comment what your parents taught you about work. Subscribe for weekly motivational lyric videos. #HandsLikeMyFathers #FolkRock #MotivationalSong #LyricsVideo #WorkEthic