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Long Days, Strong Hands 2 by Jason

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Long Days, Strong Hands 2

Country Rock,Baritone Vocals

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Description
(Verse 1)
Midnight in the bay, turbocharger's hiss,
Red grease on my knuckles, stained like a kiss.
Hoist groans, sparks fly under neon light,
Coffee gone cold, but this rig's gotta ride.
(Pre-Chorus)
We tighten what’s broken, we swear we’ll get it right,
Hands full of trouble, hearts holding tight.
(Chorus)
Long days, strong hands, cold beer tonight,
Long days, strong hands, cold beer tonight.
Bring the wrench, bring the light, keep the highway right,
Long days, strong hands, cold beer tonight.
(Verse 2)
Heater core fight at midnight, a stubborn leak,
Turbo hiss and the hiss of a heartbeat weak.
Torque wrench clicks, red grease on the knuckle bone,
A faded prayer card tucked inside my phone.
(Pre-Chorus)
We patch up the miles, we hold the line,
Brothers in the bay, working overtime.
(Chorus)
Long days, strong hands, cold beer tonight,
Long days, strong hands, cold beer tonight.
Bring the wrench, bring the light, keep the highway right,
Long days, strong hands, cold beer tonight.
(Bridge)
At three AM a call lights up the dash,
A quiet voice says, “Pray for safe roads, pass the cash.”
I slide my palm across the steering wheel—oil and ache,
By sunrise I'm in the pew, stained hands for heaven's sake.
(Verse 3)
Radio hums an old hymn between the bays,
Pastor nods at boots with grease-traced praise.
We fix the broken tongues of engines that roam,
Send them home to supper, send them back home.
(Chorus)
Long days, strong hands, cold beer tonight,
Long days, strong hands, cold beer tonight.
Bring the wrench, bring the light, keep the highway right,
Long days, strong hands, cold beer tonight.
(Outro)
So raise a bottle to the ones who keep the miles alive,
To the midnight fixes and the small red lives.
Long days, strong hands—faith tucked near the plan,
Diesel hands, Sunday pews, cold beer in hand.
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