These Hands

These Hands

See the fine cracks where traces of oil stubbornly sign

Hands that fight with metal parts that must align

Life blood of our modern chariots is th’oil

Time to change and these hands will do th’toil

Now walkin’ down the street you might look askew

At these hands unmanicured and lookin’ anythin’ but new

You might refrain from high fivin’ me

But know that they keep you drivin’ free

Tough men’s task is sweatin’ in the humidity

Heat high and unforgivin’ with engines runnin’ with alacrity

Water’s cool regardless if you’re man, engine or mule

You gotta be unafraid when it comes time to work with fuel

Brakes squeak, grind and cry enough

Wheel’s gotta be untied and taken off

Once again these hands will rescue your steer

Make everythin’ good and you’ll once again drive with cheer