Hold My Hand by Roland Albertson My love, please, won’t you stand Be strong now like I know you can I can’t, seem, to find my gun Must had put it down on the old tin trunk Don’t you think about now all the Bad things we have done We don’t have time to contemplate I think I see the sun The sun, shines, on my back Spreading it’s love on this broken land My love, soon you will understand But right about you better hold my hand Trust me, these, men are bad Lie and deceive wherever they can You don’t, know, what I have seen Them killing someone at the factory Please don’t look behind us they might Notice if you turn We just might make it out of here Before this whole place burns The sun, shines, on my back Spreading it’s love on this broken land My love, soon you will understand But right about now you better hold my hand Hold my hand Hold my hand Hold my hand Hold my hand Look out, see, past those trees Old Jim’s sittin’ with a bead on me We can’t, stand, and be seen I’m not giving up that easily But please just think about the time you Found me all alone I don’t think I could carry on If I was on my own The sun, shines, on my back Spreading it’s love on this broken land My love, soon you will understand But right about now you better hold my hand Hold my hand Hold my hand Hold my hand Hold my hand Please now won’t you Won’t you come now Please just hold my hand Hold my hand Hold my hand