My daddy's hands held tens and twos
While mama's were holding me
Daddy's hands lost everything
To a hand of kings and threes
Then daddy's hands they shook so bad
That he turned to the wind
But mama's hands were strong and calm
They held on to mine Mama's hands for
pants and shirts
My God, she earned through the night Yes,
I remember mama's hands would wipe the
crops
When the time was exactly right
Mama's hands would pick the fruit Yes,
she'd go out and cut the firewood
For once in all those years
Did my precious mama's hands
grow tired
Think about it
Mama's hands held on to mine
To guide me day and night
Yes, it took the sting of mama's hands
To teach Jerry Lee wrong from right
When
times were bad and money slim
She'd bow those old hands and pray
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 and she thanks God
For all those good old 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