His Hands Songtext
von Sydney Mack

VERSE
His Chevrolet might sit up on some 22′s
And he cleans up good in his black Lucchese boots
His eyes might put that blue sky to shame
His accent goes so good with your name
Yeah you think it's a perfect fit
But if you really wanna know who he is
Take a look at his


CHORUS
Hands
And how they hold you when you′re sleepin'
How they get your heart beatin'
Yeah you′ll know by the way they land
On your leg while he′s drivin'
While you′re shotgun ridin'
You′ll know right where he stands
By the way they look after a long day
By the way they fold when he prays
There's a lot you can tell about a man
By his hands

VERSE
You know his mama raised him pretty good
When he opens up that door like he should
He fights with his words
Not with his fists
Brushes your hair back before every kiss
Yeah he leans on in
When you reach for his


CHORUS
Hands
How they hold you when you′re sleepin'
How they get your heart beatin'
Yeah you′ll know by the way they land
On your leg while he′s drivin'
While you′re shotgun ridin'
You′ll know right where he stands
By the way they look after a long day
By the way they fold when he prays
There's a lot you can tell about a man
By his hands

His hands
How they hold you when you′re sleepin'
How they get your heart beatin'
You′ll know by the way they land
On your leg while he′s drivin'
When you′re shotgun ridin'
You′ll know right where he stands
By the way they look after a long day
By the way they fold when he prays
There's a lot you can tell about a man
By his hands