I never thought of calloused hands
As being soft and warm
Or a hairy chest as a place of rest
And shelter from a storm
I never pictured dreams come true
In rawhide boots and jeans
Here I am with a working man
And he's working miracles on me
Oh, working man
You took my hand
Then you set me free
Yours is something
I'm so glad
I live to be
So love don't always wear the face
We might expect to see
Oh, working man
Your love works on me
I never really saw myself
As someone who could share
My feelings with a gentle giant
Expecting him to care
But something in his big blue eyes
Saying it's okay
Go ahead and bare your soul
And let me love your cares away
Oh, working man
You took my hand
Then you set me free
Yours is something
I'm so glad
I live to be
So love don't always wear the face
We might expect to see
Oh, working man
Your love works on me