I could raise the crops from the earth. I could raise my children from birth.But when I'm looking for work, they say that job ain't for her.I could be a good man's wife. I could give a new child life.But when I fight for my rights, they say no woman no cry.But I ain't giving up. I can't count on luck.I get my hands dirty. I show up so early.They show me no mercy. So I just keep working.Maybe God could save me. Or my boss might pay me.Right now no one serves me. Maybe their hands are dirty, dirty, dirty.I could lead impossible missions. Occupy the highest position.But when I ask them to listen, they disregard my opinion.Well, I ain't asking no more. I will command the floor.I'm breaking every glass ceiling. I'm building skyscraping buildings.And when that next storm comes, I do what I always done.I get my hands dirty. I show up so early.They show me no mercy. So I just keep working.Maybe God could save me. Or my boss might pay me.Am I so unworthy? Or are their hands just dirty, dirty, dirty?And I have seen the other side of the mountain.Where every queen will be afforded her throne.And I will stand beside my sisters and all persistent resistors.They'll say I knew it would come true. And I'll say, darling, me too.I get my hands dirty. I show up so early.They show me no mercy. So I just keep working.Maybe God could save me. Or my boss might pay me.Right now no one serves me. Maybe their hands are dirty.I get my hands dirty. I show up so early.They show me no mercy. So I just keep working.Maybe God could save me. Or my boss might pay me.Am I so unworthy? Or are their hands just dirty, dirty, dirty?