I was born with working hands
Hands as rough as any coal
Many a chance to be a man
Still my heart's as pure as gold
Still my mother's son
Still my father's son
I had worked a descent plan
But my luck is getting low
Had to wrestle with the man
Lost that fight, he's two and oh
Still my father's son
Don't fit in with the sum
Still my mother's son
Cared for everyone