james d nall,jr - These Rough Hands

You don't know me, But I see you everyday
Sometimes you notice, when I pass your way
A few times your eyes, Have met mine
I've seen you flash me your smile, so divine
I don't wear Georgio, Armani or Calvin Klien
Impressing people with fashion, no talent of mine
You might call me neat, cleanshaven, Tight Levi's
If that sort of thing catches your eyes
Good physique, strong shoulders, rough hands
All good indicators, of a real working man
Making my way to a Construction job, somewhere
Working these strong hands, till my knuckles are bare
When I get home at night, I dream of a life with you
Discounting the possibilty, Of it coming true
Fantasy, is better, Too some, I guess
But, I sure wish I had you, To feel my hands rough caress

james d nall,jr

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