These Hands Lyrics

They’ve come a long ways from monkey bars and catch out in the yard

To 9-5’s and buying drinks for pretty girls in smoky bars

They’ll pick you up, They’ll end a fight, they’ll do the best they can

I thank God for these hands

They’re not much to look at

Blue collar as they get

They make good on a bet

They pass out cigarettes

I should fold 'em and pray more than just when I get the chance

Cuz all I got are these hands

They’ve got the same blood runnin through em

As my daddy and my grandpa

They’ve got scars, and they’ve been burned, they’ve put a hole or two in a wall

They’ve let love slip right thru em time and time again

I thank God for these hands

They’re not much to look at

Blue collar as they get

They make good on a bet

They pass out cigarettes

I should fold 'em and pray more than just when I get the chance

Cuz all I got are these hands

They’re not bad with a six string

They know every dive bar song

They write words and melodies

That’ll be here when I’m gone

They’re not much to look at

Blue collar as they get

They make good on a bet

They pass out cigarettes

I should fold 'em and pray more than just when I get the chance

Cuz all I got are these hands

I thank God for these hands