Текст (слова) песни: John Mellencamp - Empty Hands
In the shadows of the smokestacks Through the black snow that lay on the land Walked home one winter morning With my life`s savings in my hand Maryanne, she`s 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`s much worse than that Maryanne she`s takin` in some laundry I got a part-time job at a drive-in stand Oh Lord, what did I do To deserve these empty hands
Across the cities, across this land Through the valleys, and across the sand To many people standin` in line Too many people with nothin` planned There`s too many people with empty hands
Now Maryanne`s 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`ve got nothing but pain Just makes a man not give a damn That`s no way for us to live We`ve got to fill these empty hands
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