歌詞
I've seen your hands grease-stained, turn a wrench, swing a hammer
Take apart a V8, put it back together
And never miss a move
They just know what to do
And I've seen your hands ten and two, headed East on 40
Hometown in the rearview you left for me
Letting go of everything
So I could chase a dream
Steady and true and strong
And right where I belong
Holding a beer on a Friday night
Holding a match when I need a light
Holding the door and my old guitar
There on my knee in a crowd in a dive bar
Holding a ring and my heart for the rest of my life
Wearing that band, I hope your hand's always holding mine
I've felt your hands in the dark light me up all over
Running through my hair and pulling me closer
Like nobody else
Know me better than I know myself
You pick me up when I can't stand
Like my-Mama-prayed-for kinda man
Holding a beer on a Friday night
Holding a match when I need a light
Holding the door and my old guitar
There on my knee in a crowd in a dive bar
Holding a ring and my heart for the rest of my life
Wearing that band, I hope your hand's always holding mine
When we got the whole world in the palm of it
When the going gets tough, ain't letting go of it
Yeah, we'll make the most of it
Holding a beer on a Friday night
Holding a match when I need a light
Holding the door and my old guitar
There on my knee in a crowd in a dive bar
Holding a ring and my heart for the rest of my life
Wearing that band, I hope your hand's always holding mine
Holding mine
Written by: Autumn McEntire, Marti Dodson, Matthew Morrisey
