Daddy's Hands

My parent's force me to go to camp one year when I was about 10. The first week was at the beach which wasn't too bad. I got to surf, swim and fish. However, the second week was in the mountains. A decrepit yellow school bus came to pick me up. The driver was probably in his late 70s. His cowboy boots should have tip me off. For the entire agonizing trip up the steep mountains, everyone had to listen to country music and him yelling at us to "Sit the hell down!". During that 4 hour trip, this was the one song that got stuck in my head and is still there today. Only death will release from it's clutches. BTW...thanks for bring it up Alison!

Daddy's Hands by Holly Dunn I remember daddy's hands folded silently in prayer And reachin' out to hold me, when I had a nightmare You could read quite a story in the callous' and lines Years of work and worry had left their mark behind

I remember daddy's hands how they held my mama tight And patted my back for something done right There are things that I'd forgotten that I loved about the man But I'll always remember the love in daddy's hands...

Chorus Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin' Daddy's hands were hard as steel when I'd done wrong Daddy's hands weren't always gentle but I've come to understand There was always love in daddy's hands.

I remember daddy's hands workin' 'til they bled Sacrificed unselfishly just to keep us all fed If I could do things over, I'd live my life again And never take for granted the love in daddy's hands