I remember daddy's hands folded silently in prayer
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and reaching out to hold me when I had a nightmare
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you could read quite a story in the caluses and lines
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years of work and worry had left their mark behind
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I remember daddy's hands how they held my momma tight
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and patted my back for something done right
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there are things that i've forgotten that I loved about the man
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but I'll always remember the love in daddy's hands
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[chorus]
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Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin
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Daddy's hands were hard as steel when I'd done wrong
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Daddy's hands weren't always gentle but I've come to understand
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there was always love in daddy's hands
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I remember daddy's hands working til they bled
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sacrificed unselfishly just to keep us all fed
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If I could do things over, I'd live my life again
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and never take for granted the love in daddy's hands
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[chorus]
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Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin
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Daddy's hands were hard as steel when I'd done wrong
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Daddy's hand weren't always gentle but I've come to understand
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there was always love in daddy's hands
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[repeat]
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Daddy's Hands
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| Leslie Phillips |
