Johnny Reid - In the hands of a working man

^GEarly in the ^D/Gbmorning I could ^Emsmell that diesel ^Cburning and I'd ^Gwatch him and ^Emhis old truck, go ^Grumbling down the ^Droad. And ^Glater on in the ^D/Gbevening, in the ^Emdistance I would ^Chear him like ^Glightning I'd go ^Dstraight out that front ^Gdoor.

Into the ^Ghands of a ^Cwo^Emrking ^Dman^Dsus life was ^Ceasy^Em, to ^Gunderstan^Dd, now looking ^Gback on ^Cwho^Em I ^Dam^Dsus, right ^Cthere in the ^Dhands of a working ^Gman

^GI can still ^D/Gbremember it was a ^Emcold day in ^CDecember I ^Gwalked into the ^Emkitchen I saw a ^Gtear rolling down his ^Dface he was ^Gsitting with my ^D/GbMother they were ^Emleaning on each ^Cother I ^Glistened there she ^Dwhispered I have ^Gfaith

You know the ^Cmore I see the ^Emdeeper I believe, the ^Cbest place for this world to ^Dbe is in the ^Ghands of a ^Cwo^Emrking ^Dman, where love is ^Cea^Emsy to ^Gunderstan^Dd now looking ^Gback from ^Cwhere^Em I ^Dam^Dsus, there I ^Cam, in the ^Dhands of a working ^Gman

This world ^Cturns in the ^Dhand of a working ^Gman ^{C Em D Dsus G} This is played on piano so I think I have it pretty close for guitar, thanks for the requests