Your Hand

Well my momma raised a scrapper and my daddy raised a fool
But I'd straightened up my arrow if it meant I could have you
And those cigarettes are flushed
And the booze is all poured out
But I need you to say yes cause I'm Jonesing about now

And I took you out that night that I had just turned 22
And you didn't mind the fact that I could not buy dinner for you
You sat down in that gravel and you said "Look up at the stars"
And you said that you thought God put us exactly where we are

I'm exactly where I need to be
Right inside your company
And I never thought I'd be the man that'd fight the devil for your hand
For your hand

I'd go 90 down the highway
In the sideways pouring rain
If it meant that I could take back
Just an ounce of your pain
And I know I'm about as worthless
As the dust upon the clouds
But there's a way you give purpose
To everyone you're around

I'm exactly where I need to be
Right inside your company
And I never thought I'd be the man that'd fight the devil for your hand
For your hand

Well my momma raised a scrapper and my daddy raised a fool
But I'd straightened up my arrow if it meant I could have you