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?