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 being for her, I could be a good man's wife, I could give a no child life, but when I find for my rights, they say no woman, no cry, I ain't giving up, I can't count a look, I'll get my hands dirty, I'll 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, I could buy the highest position, but when I ask them to listen, they just regard 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 door comes, how do I always down? 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, and my soul, I'm worthy, or are their hands just dirty, dirty, dirty, I have seen the other side of the mountain, wherever crane will be afforded, or thrown, and I will stand beside my sisters, and our persistent resistors, they'll say I know it would come true, and I'll say it done in 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, and my soul, I'm worthy, or are their hands just dirty, dirty, dirty,