Whose Hands

The ad said '57 Chevrolet

Take three hundred if you haul it away

It don't run but it's still good for parts

Six months of work and a coat of paint

Daddy had it running by my birthday

I turned the key when I turned 16

God knows I loved that car

To anyone else, it might've been just a scrapyard pile of cash

But daddy's hands and a craftsman's set somehow brought it back

Like a bible to a preacher

A guitar to old Cash

Like that number three to Earnhardt

Turn four on the final lap

Yeah, some things ain't worth nothing

'Til you find who they're made for

Like a prayer sent up needs Jesus

My old heart, it sure needs yours

In the end, it all depends

On whose hands you put them in

Another two for one kinda Friday night

Just halfway through my first Coors Light

But you walked in and somehow I was drunk

'Cause I was saying things I'd never say

Swaying like I'd never sway

You pulled me on that dance floor and I was done

My two left feet couldn't dance if they tried

But in your hands, I could waltz into a brand new life

Like a bible to a preacher

A guitar to old Cash

Like that number three to Earnhardt

Turn four on the final lap

Yeah, some things ain't worth nothing

'Til you find who they're made for

Like a prayer sent up needs Jesus

My old heart, it sure needs yours

In the end, it all depends

On whose hands you put them in

We never could've dreamed this life we're living in

Guess a good book tells the truth

When it says give it all to him

'Cause some things ain't worth nothing

'Til you find who they're made for

Like a prayer sent up needs Jesus

My old heart it sure needs yours

In the end, it all depends

On whose hands you put them in