Dennis DeYoung - Harry's Hands lyrics

Harry's hands are all he's got 8 to 5 in the welding shop Barely finished junior high Took a job at the tool & die And if the weld was double tough Harry had the knack He's the kind of guy Who'd give his friends the shirt right off his back Now Harry doesn't care for booze Or stock reports in the daily news He likes baseball on T.V. He couldn't understand free agency See he never really wanted much Just a decent life Somewhere he could call his own For his kids and wife And layoffs were part of life Like taxes, d**h and union strikes But this one lasted much too long He was certain now there was something wrong So he went and looked for work in every factory But they were all now servicing in this new economy All at once there came a storm On the ships from foreign shores Smaller cars and VCRs were here to stay Harry cried complacency Can't you see you're k**ing me The bottom line ain't all that it's cracked up to be Harry's hands keep holding on Harry's heart keeps on beating strong Born and raised in the promised land He still believes that American Harry cried democracy Don't hand me charity I just need a job to work to save my dignity Every night I pray to God Please help me find a job Untie my hands and let me make my way Harry's hands keep holding on Harry's heart keeps on beating strong Born and raised in the promised land He still believes that American Harry's hands are in the trap As tears turn steel to rusted scrap The furnace cools, the presses stop And Harry stares from the coffee shop See he never really wanted much Just the smallest place Somewhere he could call his own In these United States