Lyrics

I don't tell you 40 minutes before it rains 'Cause the joints in my pointer finger, give it away I can show you every scar from tip to ribs Would tell you every reckless story that goes along with it These Knuckles sure have cut some deep These callouses are post hole deep These lines will tell you all what you need to know about me These hands raise a beer every Friday Cover my heart before every ball game Seal the deal and wait from the wheel on a two lane They cast a buzz bait hand me down Zebco Pick folks up and fix what's broke These hands fold everyday when the day is through And thank God they get to hold you They were sweatin' when I called to ask you out They were shaking like crazy baby, when I put my knee down They swept you off your feet Spun you around when you said yes They wipe the tears when I saw you walking in that dress These hands raise a beer every Friday Cover my heart before every ball game Seal the deal and wait from the wheel on a two lane They cast a buzz bait hand me down Zebco Pick folks up and fix what's broke These hands fold everyday when the day is through And thank God they get to hold you, yeah On your best days, on your worst days On your call in sick to work days When you wanna dance When you wanna drive Forever for the rest of time These hands raise a beer every Friday Cover my heart before every ball game Seal the deal and wait from the wheel on a two lane They cast a buzz bait hand me down Zebco Pick folks up and fix what's broke These hands fold everyday when the day is through And thank God they get to hold you They get to hold you, yeah
Writer(s): Mark Chandler, Josh Gallagher, Scott White Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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