Strong Hands

Just woken up on foggie morning to a clinging sound across the bay Was a soldier on a rock, washing his coffee cup That was the last mistake that soldier made The fog lift high above the water The soldier stood to look around So I put my hands upon my rifle, and I shot that soldier man down You can't tell from the lines on my face My smile hides the tracks my tears have made For such good men he would be proude to know them then When we had strong hands Whoooo ooooo oooo Whooo ooo oo Ooo ooo oooo Ohooo I miss them I flew my wings over ocean waves On a rubar rung to sider sea(?) It was a thunderous blast As smoke filled fast I thought they finally got the best of me You can't tell from the lines on my face My smile hides the tracks my tears have made For such good men he would be proude to know them then When we had strong hands Whoooo ooooo oooo Whooo ooo oo Ooo ooo oooo Ohooo I miss them You can't tell from the lines on my face My smile hides the tracks my tears have made For such good men he would be proude to know them then When we had strong hands When we had strong hands Whoo hooo I miss them