My Daddy's Hands
My daddy's hands
Helped him in times
While mamas were holdin' me
Daddy's hands lost everything
To a hand of kings and threes
Then daddy's hands
they shook so fast
That he turned to the wine
But mama's hands were strong
and calm
Mama's hand full of pants
and shirts
My God, she ironed through the night
Yes, I remember Mama's hand
when we went to club
When the time was
exactly right
Mama's hands will pick the fruit
Yes, she'll go out and cut the firewood
Never once in all those years
Did my precious mama's
hands grow tired
Think about it
Mama's hand was held firm to mine
To guide me day and night
Yes, it took the sting of Mama's hand
To teeth Jerry Lee wrung from right
When times were bad and money slim,
she'd fold those old hands of prayer
And somehow, neighbors,
Mama would always make the beans hold out another day
Now mama's hands
are cold with age
They tremble as she prays
But her voice is strong, she thanks God
For all those good bygone days
She looks at me and then she smiles
Oh, daddy, she knows I understand
That everything I am today
I owe to my mama's hands
Everything Jerry is today,
I owe to Mama's hands, yes I do
Think about it