My daddy's hands held Ten's and Two's while mom's were holding me And daddy's hands lost everything to a hand of Kings and Three's And daddy's hands they shook so bad that he turned to wine But mama's hands were strong and calm as they held on to mine.
Yes, mama's hands held on to mine to guide me day and night And it took the steam of mama's hands to teach me wrong from right When times were bad and money's slim she'd fold her hands in pray Ands somehow she would make the food hold out another day.
Now mama's hands are cold today, they tremble as she prays But her voice is strong as she thanks God for all the bygone days She looks at me and then she smiles she knows I understand That everything I am today I owe to mama's hands.