Daddy's hands were always rough and hard Between all the callouses and scars There were times he couldn't even stand But I'm proud to be the son of a working man I learned from an early age, you see Nothing in this life comes easily Daddy taught me an honest living And how to be a man And I'm proud to be the son of a working man Now, I'm proud to hold my daddy's name We may not have had money But I wouldn't change a thing Cause Daddy's two strong arms were filled with love, you understand And I'm proud to be the son of a working man Now, I'm proud to hold my daddy's name We may not have had money But I wouldn't change a thing Cause Daddy's two strong arms were filled with love, you understand And I'm proud to be the son of a working man As I look through these old photographs I remember all the good times me and Daddy had And in the end, his family, we were all he had And I'm proud to be the son of a working man Lord, I'm proud to be the son of a West Virginia working man