I got a scar on my third knuckle From stretchin' barbed wire fence And my fist got me outta more trouble Than it's ever got me in Rawhide rope and broncs I've broke Have left em bent and bruised If you really wanna know a man His hands always tell the truth There's hands that hold more foldin' money Than mine ever will Hands that hold the power to make the World turn or stand still Some will lose their grip And let go when it hits the fan But none of them can hold you like A ranch hand can They start early in the morning Work till the night comes creepin' Come home and light a wood stove fire And love ya all damn evenin' They'll be your strong and steady When your heart's on the line Girl put your hand in my hand We'll outlast the hands of time There's hands that hold more foldin' money Than mine ever will Hands that hold the power to make the World turn or stand still Some will lose their grip And let go when it hits the fan But none of them can hold you like A ranch hand can There's hands that hold more foldin' money Than mine ever will Hands that hold the power to make the World turn or stand still Some will lose their grip And let go when it hits the fan But none of them can hold you like A ranch hand can None of them'll hold you like a ranch hand can I got a scar on my third knuckle From stretchin' barbed-wire fence And it'll hide underneath the ring That I'll wear if you say "yes"