George Jones - Mamas hands

^CMy daddy's hands held ^Ftens and two's ^G7while mom's were holding ^Cme And daddy's hands ^Flost everything to a ^G7hand of kings and ^Cthrees And daddy's hands they ^Fshook so bad ^G7that he turned to ^Cwine But mama's hands were ^Fstrong and calm as ^G7they held on to ^Cmine

Yes mama's hands held ^Fon to mine to ^G7guide me day and ^Cnight And it took the sting of ^Fmama's hands to ^G7teach me wrong from ^Cright When times were bad and^F money's slim she'd ^G7fold her hands in ^Cfray Ands somehow she would ^Fmake the food ^G7hold out another ^Cday^C7

^FNow mama's hands are ^Ccold with age ^Fthey tremble ^G7as she^C prays But her ^Fvoice is strong as she ^Cthanks God f^D7or the bygone d^G7ays ^CShe looks at me and ^Fthen she smiles she^G7 knows I under^Cstand That everything I ^Fam today I ^G7owe to mama's ^Chands Everything I ^Fam today I ^G7owe to mama's ^Chands