Your Hands
I've seen your hands grease stained, turn a wrench, swing a hammer
Take apart a V8, put it back together
And never miss a move, they just know what to do
I've seen your hands 10 and 2 headed east on 40
Hometown in the rearview you left for me
Letting go of everything so I could chase a dream
Steady and true, and strong
And right where I belong
Holding a beer on a Friday night
Holding a match when I need a light
Holding the door, and my old guitar
There on my knee in a crowd in a dive bar
Holding a ring and my heart for the rest of my life
Wearing that band I hope your hand's always holding mine
I've felt your hands in the dark light me up all over
Running through my hair and pulling me closer
Like nobody else, know me better than I know myself
Pick me up when I can't stand
Like my mama prayed for kind of man
Holding a beer on a Friday night
Holding a match when I need a light
Holding the door, and my old guitar
There on my knee in a crowd in a dive bar
Holding a ring and my heart for the rest of my life
Wearing that band I hope your hand's always holding mine
When we got the whole world in the palm of it
When the going gets tough, ain't letting go of it
Yeah we'll make the most of it
Holding a beer on a Friday night
Holding a match when I need a light
Holding the door, and my old guitar
There on my knee in a crowd in a dive bar
Holding a ring and my heart for the rest of my life
Wearing that band I hope your hand's always holding mine
Holding mine
Take apart a V8, put it back together
And never miss a move, they just know what to do
I've seen your hands 10 and 2 headed east on 40
Hometown in the rearview you left for me
Letting go of everything so I could chase a dream
Steady and true, and strong
And right where I belong
Holding a beer on a Friday night
Holding a match when I need a light
Holding the door, and my old guitar
There on my knee in a crowd in a dive bar
Holding a ring and my heart for the rest of my life
Wearing that band I hope your hand's always holding mine
I've felt your hands in the dark light me up all over
Running through my hair and pulling me closer
Like nobody else, know me better than I know myself
Pick me up when I can't stand
Like my mama prayed for kind of man
Holding a beer on a Friday night
Holding a match when I need a light
Holding the door, and my old guitar
There on my knee in a crowd in a dive bar
Holding a ring and my heart for the rest of my life
Wearing that band I hope your hand's always holding mine
When we got the whole world in the palm of it
When the going gets tough, ain't letting go of it
Yeah we'll make the most of it
Holding a beer on a Friday night
Holding a match when I need a light
Holding the door, and my old guitar
There on my knee in a crowd in a dive bar
Holding a ring and my heart for the rest of my life
Wearing that band I hope your hand's always holding mine
Holding mine
Credits
Writer(s): Marti Dodson, Autumn Mcentire, Matthew Morrisey
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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