Strong Hands - Trevor Guthrie

Just woken up on foggie morning to a clinging sound across the bay

Was a soldier on a rock, washing his coffee cup

That was the last mistake that soldier made

The fog lift high above the water

The soldier stood to look around

So I put my hands upon my rifle, and I shot that soldier man down

You can’t tell from the lines on my face

My smile hides the tracks my tears have made

For such good men he would be proude to know them then

When we had strong hands

Whoooo ooooo oooo

Whooo ooo oo

Ooo ooo oooo

Ohooo I miss them

I flew my wings over ocean waves

On a rubar rung to sider sea (?)

It was a thunderous blast

As smoke filled fast I thought they finally got the best of me

You can’t tell from the lines on my face

My smile hides the tracks my tears have made

For such good men he would be proude to know them then

When we had strong hands

Whoooo ooooo oooo

Whooo ooo oo

Ooo ooo oooo

Ohooo I miss them

You can’t tell from the lines on my face

My smile hides the tracks my tears have made

For such good men he would be proude to know them then

When we had strong hands

When we had strong hands

Whoo hooo I miss them