Old Hands Testo

Testo Old Hands

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