Six in the morning, shop door open Sun coming through the dust Coffee black on the workbench Old fan turning just because Got paint beneath one thumbnail Grease buried in the other hand Used to think I'd clean up someday Now I know just where I stand My hands are still dirty My shirt's still torn Got a few more miles behind me Than the day that I was born I ain't looking for spotless I ain't waiting to be worthy I'm still here Still working Hands still dirty There's a dent across the fender From a night I don't defend There's a name cut in the toolbox Of a man I'll miss till the end Kid beside me holds the flashlight Asks me how I know what's wrong I tell him, "Listen to the engine It'll tell you if you listen long" My hands are still dirty My shirt's still torn Got a few more miles behind me Than the day that I was born I ain't looking for spotless I ain't waiting to be worthy I'm still here Still working Hands still dirty I made promises I couldn't carry Left good people standing still Learned apologies ain't magic But you say 'em when you will There's no finish line behind me No clean page I need to see Just another job tomorrow And enough left here in me My hands are still dirty My shirt's still torn But the man inside this mirror Ain't the one who left before I ain't looking for spotless I ain't asking for mercy I'm still here Still working Hands still dirty Still here Still working Hands still dirty Good enough for me
