Old Hands - Adam Brand

He’s an old hand at fixing cars and bailing hay

And there’s nothing he can’t do on that old farm

He’s tougher than leather for a man his age

But he’s 21 when she’s lying in his arms

She’s and old hand at baking bread and washing clothes

And rocking little babies to sleep

But the calloused hands are softer than the morning rose

And she always seems to know just what he needs

When old hands hold hands

With just a touch they understand

Life and love and making plans

'Cause they’re old hands

They’ve pulled a load together down a long hard road

And they both know that their journey will end

But they won’t be afraid when it’s their time to go

'Cause chances are they’ll just go hand in hand