I Hold You

Early morning spring time Waiting on the sunrise Hands full of back home dirt Ten and two on my two lane Headed home your way After a hard day's work I could be reaching in my pocket Grabbing dollars for the jukebox Raising a glass to my lips I can hold my whiskey When the whiskey kicks in But that ain't nothin' like when I hold you I get the pull of the moon And the heat of the sun Everything under the stars I get the burn of the bourbon The fire in the sermon With you right here in my arms I hold you as soft as I can I hold you in these calloused hands Like that first time I swang river bank rope Right before I had to let go I hold you Like pictures hold days gone Records hold old songs Churches hold prayers in pews Like clouds hold summer rain Until my last day Baby, I'll hold you I get the pull of the moon And the heat of the sun Everything under the stars I get the burn of the bourbon The fire in the sermon With you right here in my arms I hold you as soft as I can I hold you in these calloused hands Like that first time I swang river bank rope Right before I had to let go I hold you Yeah, I hold you I get the pull of the moon And the heat of the sun Everything under the stars I get the burn of the bourbon The fire in the sermon With you right here in my arms I hold you as soft as I can I hold you in these calloused hands Like that first time I swang river bank rope Right before I had to let go I hold you Yeah honey, I hold you