Craig Campbell - Family Man

I've been working as a temp
At the local factory
I hope they hire me on full time
I've got shoes to buy
And mouths to feed

I drive a buy here, pay here truck
It ain't new, but it is to me
It ain't much but it fires right up
And gets me from A to B

What puts the dirt underneath my nails?
What keeps the calluses on my hands?
Family man

They're the world my world revolves around
My sacred piece of solid ground
The flesh and bone that gives me strength to stand
They're the fire in my drivin' on
The drive behind my comin' home
The livin', breathin', reason that I am
A family man

There's dirty shirts to wash
Dishes in the sink to do
And there's, "How many times does seventeen go into fifty-two?"
There's bedtime prayers to pray
"Sleep tights" and "I love you's"
And then there's a pair of eyes
I get to lose myself into

What keeps me keepin' the faith
What makes me believe I can
Family man

They're the world my world revolves around
My sacred piece of solid ground
The flesh and bone that gives me strength to stand
They're the fire in my drivin' on
The drive behind my comin' home
The livin', breathin', reason that I am
A family man

There's a fire in my drivin' on
The drive behind my comin' home
The livin', breathin', reason that I am
A family man

A family man (hmm)

Written by:
Craig Campbell, Joel Eric Shewmake, Jon Henderson

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