We Ain’t Much Different

[Verse 1]
This is a story 'bout living
A tale of a long hard road
Ain't a whole lot of misgivings
Of the things that I thought I sowed
My daddy was a real hard worker
He said son there will come a day
Talk ain't always cheap
And here's what daddy had to say

[Chorus 1]
With these hands I've made my living
With these hands I've held a child
With these hands I've climbed a mountain
Sometimes we forget
We ain't much different at all

[Verse 2]
He likes grits, you like the apple
There ain't nothing wrong with that
He says y'all, you say you're
It all depends on where you're at
Well a little bit of music is a whole lot of fun
And its always good for the soul
From New York City out to California
You know its only rock and roll

[Chorus 2]
With these hands we come together
With these hands we can change the world
With these hands I play my music
Sometimes we forget
We ain't much different at all

[Verse 3]
Oh, not at all
So what I'm trying to tell you
Is that I'm only one son of the South
Its gonna take more than you me and you
To work this whole thing out

[Chorus 1]
With these hands I've made my living
With these hands I've held a child
With these hands I've climbed a mountain
Sometimes we forget
We ain't much different at all

[Chorus 2]
With these hands we come together
With these hands we can change the world
With these hands I play my music
Sometimes we forget
We ain't much different at all