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I remember daddy's hands folded silently in prayer, And reachin' out to hold me when I had a nightmare. You could read quite a story in the callouses and lines, Years of work and worry had left their mark behind. I remember daddy's hands , how they held my momma tight, And patted my back for something done right. There are things I've forgotten that I loved about the man, But I'll always remember the love in daddy's hands. Daddy's hands, soft and kind when I was cryin', Daddy's hands, hard as steel when I done wrong. Daddy's hands weren't always gentle, But I've come to understand, There was always love in daddy's hands. I remember daddy's hands, workin til they bled, Sacrificed unselfishly just to keep us all fed. If I could do things over I'd live my life again, And never take for granted the love in daddy's hands. Daddy's hands, soft and kind when I was cryin', Daddy's hands, hard as steel when I done wrong. Daddy's hands weren't always gentle but I've come to understand, There was always love in daddy's hands. Daddy's hands, soft and kind when I was cryin', Daddy's hands, hard as steel when I done wrong. Daddy's hands weren't always gentle but I've come to understand, There was always love in daddy's hands. |
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| Song by Holly Dunn |
