My daddy's hands held Ten's
and Two's while mom's were holding me
And daddy's hand 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
mama's hands are cold with age,
they tremble when she prays
But her voice is strong as she thanks
She looks at me and then she smiles,
That everything I am today I
