Grew up with great expectations
Heard the promise and I knew
the plan
They say people get what they
deserve
But Lord, sometimes it's much
worse than that
Maryanne she's takin' in some
laundry
I got a part-time job at a
drive-in stand
Oh Lord, what did I do
To deserve these empty hands
Across the cities, across this
land
Through the valleys, and across
the sand
To many people standin' in
line
Too many people with nothin'
planned
There's too many people with
empty hands
Now Maryanne's been cryin'
Lord knows I love her the
best I can
When my pride is bruised and
broken
She slips her hand into my
empty hands
Without hope, without love,
you've got nothing but pain
Just makes a man not give
a damn
That's no way for us to live
We've got to fill these empty
hands
Marco Giunco |
Work | Basket | Music | Words |