Soft Hands Lyrics

Well I'll bet you never call me

I'll bet you never will

Your father done run me out

And your mom sent me to hell

In the morning light I took a vow

That I'd go be a man

And may all that days work I did

Reflect upon my hands

The red hot heat it wiped me out

Got too close to the sun

With blistered palms and crooked arms

In solitary doubt

But I can't let you down

It's in my hands

From their mouths

They don't want me around

Unless I'm shoveling the goddamn ground

A village ought to raise a boy

To one who's worth his salt

I fear I'm made of wine and brine

I've got no salt at all

Words they sting like vinegar

I know they say is true

My hands are soft and my hearts a rock

That nothings breaking through