George Jones Mama's Hands
My daddy's hands held ten's and two's while mom's were
holding me
And daddy's hands lost everything to a hand of Kings and
three's
Then daddy's hands they shook so bad that he turned to
wine
But mama's hands were strong and calm as they held on to
mine
Yes mama's hands held on to mine to guide me day and
night
And it took the sting of mama's hands to teach me wrong
from right
When times were bad and money slim she'd fold her hands
and pray
And somehow she would make the food hold out another day
Now mama's hands were cold with age, they tremble as she
prays
But her voice is strong as she thanks God for all the
bygone days
She looks at me and then she smiles she knows I
understand
That everything I am today I owe to mama's hands
Everything I am today I owe to mama's hands