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 callouses 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 Mama 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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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
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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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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
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But I´ve come to understand,
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There was always love in Daddy´s hands.
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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
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But I´ve come to understand.
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There was always love .....................
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In Daddy´s hands.
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Daddy's Hands
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| Holly Dunn |
