Hard Old Hands

They can pick you up
When you’re down and down and out
They can lift a cup
When the world needs drowning out
Stubborn fingers, dogged thumbs
Do whatever the day wants done
They’re not beautiful
But I’ve found them strong enough

These hard old hands
Can hold you
And they can make the dance floor dance
They give everything they got
Won some fights, lost a lot
But I’ll be damned
We’ll keep doing the best we can
Me and these hard old hands

Yeah they’ve been broke
They’ve been burned and they’ve been bruised
But on they go
Like they’ve got nothing left to lose
I’ve watched them bleeding while they play
And punching high above their weight
They’re not pretty
But they’re pretty good, I’d say

These hard old hands
Can hold you
And they can make the dance floor dance
They give everything they got
Won some fights, lost a lot
But I’ll be damned
We’ll keep doing the best we can
Me and these hard old hands

I know
These hands can get you further
Than you ever thought you’d go
I know
These hard old hands can get you home

They can lay your head
On a pillow soft and lightly
In your bed
And strum a lullaby goodnight

And then these hard old hands
Can hold you
And they can make the dance floor dance
They give everything they got
Won some fights, lost a lot
But I’ll be damned
We’ll keep doing the best we can
Me and these hard old hands