Song | Empty Hands |
Artist | John Mellencamp |
Album | The Lonesome Jubilee |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
In the shadows of the smokestacks | |
Through the black snow, that lay on the land | |
Walked home one winter morning | |
With my live savings in my hand | |
Maryanne, she愀 fixin?up some breakfast | |
Got the lights on, on the christmas tree | |
Sittin?there, lookin?up at an angel | |
With something dyin?inside of me | |
Grew up with great expectations | |
Heard the promise and i knew the plan | |
They say people get what they deserve | |
But lord, sometimes it愀 much worse than that | |
Maryanne, she takin?in some laundry | |
I got a part time job in a drive-in stand | |
Oh lord, what did i do | |
To deserve these empty hands? | |
Chorus: | |
Across the cities | |
Across this land | |
Through the valleys | |
And across the sand | |
Too many people standin?in line | |
Too many people with nothin?planned | |
There愀 too many people with | |
Empty hands | |
Now maryanne愀 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扉e got nothing but pain | |
Just makes a man not give a dammn | |
That愀 no way for us to live | |
We扉e got to fill these empty hands | |
Chorus: | |
Across the cities | |
Across this land | |
Through the valleys | |
And across the sand | |
Too many people standin?in line | |
Too many people with nothin?planned | |
There愀 too many people with | |
Empty hands |
In the shadows of the smokestacks | |
Through the black snow, that lay on the land | |
Walked home one winter morning | |
With my live savings in my hand | |
Maryanne, she qiao fixin? up some breakfast | |
Got the lights on, on the christmas tree | |
Sittin? there, lookin? up at an angel | |
With something dyin? inside of me | |
Grew up with great expectations | |
Heard the promise and i knew the plan | |
They say people get what they deserve | |
But lord, sometimes it qiao much worse than that | |
Maryanne, she takin? in some laundry | |
I got a part time job in a drivein stand | |
Oh lord, what did i do | |
To deserve these empty hands? | |
Chorus: | |
Across the cities | |
Across this land | |
Through the valleys | |
And across the sand | |
Too many people standin? in line | |
Too many people with nothin? planned | |
There qiao too many people with | |
Empty hands | |
Now maryanne qiao 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 fei e got nothing but pain | |
Just makes a man not give a dammn | |
That qiao no way for us to live | |
We fei e got to fill these empty hands | |
Chorus: | |
Across the cities | |
Across this land | |
Through the valleys | |
And across the sand | |
Too many people standin? in line | |
Too many people with nothin? planned | |
There qiao too many people with | |
Empty hands |
In the shadows of the smokestacks | |
Through the black snow, that lay on the land | |
Walked home one winter morning | |
With my live savings in my hand | |
Maryanne, she qiǎo fixin? up some breakfast | |
Got the lights on, on the christmas tree | |
Sittin? there, lookin? up at an angel | |
With something dyin? inside of me | |
Grew up with great expectations | |
Heard the promise and i knew the plan | |
They say people get what they deserve | |
But lord, sometimes it qiǎo much worse than that | |
Maryanne, she takin? in some laundry | |
I got a part time job in a drivein stand | |
Oh lord, what did i do | |
To deserve these empty hands? | |
Chorus: | |
Across the cities | |
Across this land | |
Through the valleys | |
And across the sand | |
Too many people standin? in line | |
Too many people with nothin? planned | |
There qiǎo too many people with | |
Empty hands | |
Now maryanne qiǎo 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 fēi e got nothing but pain | |
Just makes a man not give a dammn | |
That qiǎo no way for us to live | |
We fēi e got to fill these empty hands | |
Chorus: | |
Across the cities | |
Across this land | |
Through the valleys | |
And across the sand | |
Too many people standin? in line | |
Too many people with nothin? planned | |
There qiǎo too many people with | |
Empty hands |