From the day you are born your parents preach every day

They tell you being a Doctor or Lawyer is the best way

 

They say go to college and get your degree

Your life will be good this you will see

 

But when we look around there are so many paths

Thank goodness college wasn’t in everyone’s past

 

When you look around this country at everything you see

You see schools, bridges and houses built for you and me

 

As you sit at the table and enjoy tonight’s meal

Just give a short thought to the farmer in the field

 

When you leave home in your car to drive your child to school

Remember your car wasn’t built by a Doctor but by a man with tools

 

Some people look down at workers with hands covered with grease

But you need to remember without them progress would cease

 

These hard workers build, farm and are the backbone of our land

So I thank God for the man with calluses and dirt on their hands

 

From My World To Yours,

Bob Baker