Lobsterman Hands

red skies sailors take warning

but fishin' boats leave the docks by morning

they know that the wind is their boss

and the sea she'll turn and toss

I will always respect a man with lobsterman hands

no business suits or clocks to punch

vacation days, sick days, or lunch

if you want yourself a pay raise

the tides don't take no mercy or praise

I will always respect a man with lobsterman hands

there are men who make millions with their minds

pull a few strings, tell a few cheap lies

the only way a fisherman gets rich

is if his daughter gives him a good luck kiss

I will always love a man with lobsterman hands

callused palms don't have the softest touch

but simple folk we don't need much

and when this world comes crashing down

I know the type of hands I'll wanna have around

I will always respect a man with lobsterman hands