Your Hands (Recycled)

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

And I've seen your hands ten and two, 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

You pick me up when I can't stand

Like my-Mama-prayed-for kinda 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