| Lyrics |
In the shadows of the smokestacks
Through the black snow, that lay on the land
Walked home one winter morning
With my live savings in my hand
Maryanne, she
´s fixin
´ up some breakfast
Got the lights on, on the christmas tree
Sittin
´ there, lookin
´ up at an angel
With something dyin
´ inside of me
Grew up with great expectations
Heard the promise and I knew the plan
They say people get what they deserve
But lord, sometimes it
´s much worse than that
Maryanne, she takin
´ in some laundry
I got a part time job in a drive-in stand
Oh lord, what did I do
To deserve these empty hands? Chorus:
Across the cities
Across this land
Through the valleys
And across the sand
Too many people standin
´ in line
Too many people with nothin
´ planned
There
´s too many people with
Empty hands
Now maryanne
´s been cryin
´lord knows, I love her the best I can
When my pride is bruised and broken
She slips her hand into my empty hands
Without hope, without love
You
´ve got nothing but pain
Just makes a man not give a dammn
That
´s no way for us to live
We
´ve got to fill these empty hands
Chorus:
Across the cities
Across this land
Through the valleys
And across the sand
Too many people standin
´ in line
Too many people with nothin
´ planned
There
´s too many people with
Empty hands
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