Holly Dunn - Daddys hands

^GI remember Daddy´s hands, folded ^Dsilently in prayer And ^Emreaching out to ^Chold me, when I ^Ghad a night^Dmare You could ^Gread quite a story, in the ^Dcallouses and lines ^CYears of work and ^Gworry had ^Dleft their mark be^Ghind

^GI remember Daddy´s hands, how they ^Dheld my Mama tight And ^Empatted my ^Cback, for ^Gsomething done ^Dright There are ^Gthings that I´ve forgotten, that I ^Dloved about the man But I´ll ^Calways re^Gmember the ^Dlove in Daddy´s ^Ghands

Daddy's ^Ghands were soft and ^Ckind when I was ^Gcryin´ Daddy´s ^Bmhand^Ems, were hard as ^Csteel when I´d done ^Dwrong Daddy´s ^Ghands, weren't always gentle But I´ve ^Ccome to under^Astand There was ^Gal^Cways ^Glove in ^DDaddy´s ^Ghands

I re^Gmember Daddy´s hands, ^Dworking 'til they bled ^EmSacrificed un^Cselfishly, just to ^Gkeep us all fe^Dd If ^GI could do things over, I´d ^Dlive my life again And ^Cnever take for ^Ggranted the ^Dlove in Daddy´s ^Ghands

Daddy's ^Ghands were soft and ^Ckind when I was ^Gcryin´ Daddy´s ^Bmhand^Ems, were hard as ^Csteel when I´d done ^Dwrong Daddy´s ^Ghands, weren't always gentle But I´ve ^Ccome to under^Astand There was ^Gal^Cways ^Glove in ^DDaddy´s ^Ghands

Daddy's ^Ghands were soft and ^Ckind when I was ^Gcryin´ Daddy´s ^Bmhand^Ems, were hard as ^Csteel when I´d done ^Dwrong Daddy´s ^Ghands, weren't always gentle But I´ve ^Ccome to under^Astand There was ^Gal^Cways ^Glove in ^DDaddy´s ^Ghands There was ^Gal^Cways ^Glove^Dsus... ^D in Daddy´s ^Ghands