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