Текст песни John Mellencamp - Empty Hands
John Mellencamp - Empty Hands слова песни
In the shadows of the smokestacksThrough the black snow that lay on the landWalked home one winter morningWith my life`s savings in my handMaryanne, she`s fixin` up some breakfastGot the lights on, on the Christmas treeSittin` there lookin` up at an angelWith something dyin` inside of meGrew up with great expectationsHeard the promise and I knew the planThey say people get what they deserveBut Lord, sometimes it`s much worse than thatMaryanne she`s takin` in some laundryI got a part-time job at a drive-in standOh Lord, what did I doTo deserve these empty hands Across the cities, across this land Through the valleys, and across the sand To many people standin` in line Too many people with nothin` planned There`s too many people with empty handsNow Maryanne`s been cryin`Lord knows I love her the best I canWhen my pride is bruised and brokenShe slips her hand into my empty handsWithout hope, without love, you`ve got nothing but painJust makes a man not give a damnThat`s no way for us to liveWe`ve got to fill these empty hands