Hands High

I's a farmhand, out in Texas, 1921
Life was quick if you got sick, like a bullet from a gun
My daddy ran off to New Orleans, left my mama in a bind
She came down with a fever, so the cure was my job to find
I took her to the church that night, singing

Hands high
Hands high, praying for my mama
Hands high, just might save your life
Hands high

Some days went by she was still no good, so I got up on that horse
I just knew what I had to do, and I didn't have another choice
I drove that stallion into town, kicking up a cloud of dust
I tied him up, turned around, and saw Loan Star Bank and Trust
Walked in and said stick 'em up, singing

Hands high
Hands high, this is for my mama
Hands high, just might save your life
Hands high, yeah

Well she got well and went back home, and I went back to the plow
I was almost done picking that corn when they tracked me down somehow
So I lit out to get my guns when I heard 'em start to fire
And I cut down all but one, so he put his hands up high
And I said boy you better put 'em up higher

Hands high
Hands high, praying for my mama
Hands high, just might save your life
Hands high
Hands high (hands high), get your
Hands high, this is for my mama
Hands high yeah, just might save your life (just might save your life)
Hands high