I think this is what Phil sang at the Gaslight:

HANDS
(Phil Ochs)

Oh, I've seen the hands of a laborer, they're lifting all the loads,
And the granite stuck to their fingers as they dug the canals and the roads.
Now they're cleared and the bridges span, the river's paused for a power dam,
And now the hands of the laborer are reaching out to you.

Oh, the hands, hands, hands that worked to build the land, your land.
The labor of the man, man, man a-working with his hands.

And I've seen the hands of a miner digging out the coal,
And black dust stuck to his fingers as he live his life in a hole.
Now the rocks, they're under the ground; now the mine is a-closing down.
And now the hand of the miner is reaching out to you.

Oh, the hands, hands, hands that worked to build the land, your land.
The labor of the man, man, man a-working with his hands.

And I've seen the hands of a lumberjack and the forests swaying in the breeze,
And the splinters stuck to his fingers as the lumber was torn from the trees,
And the wood that came from the timber tall built your buildings from wall to wall,
And now the hand of the lumberjack is reaching out to you.

Oh, the hands, hands, hands - they're working on the land, your land.
The labor of the man, man, man a-working with his hands.

And I've seen the hands of a farmer plowing 'cross the fields,
And the topsoil stuck to his fingers as the land was split by the steel.
Just growing all they could grow to fill your tables row after row.
And now the hand of the farmer is reaching out to you.

Oh, the hands, hands, hands - they're working on the land, your land.
The labor of the man, man, man a-working with his hands, hands, hands,
Working with his hands.