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Guy Clark Hands

A hand is just another kind of hammer made of steel Beating blindly on the anvil a hammer cannot feel But a hand is for reaching out and touching all

A hand is just another kind of hammer made of steel Beating blindly on the anvil a hammer cannot feel But a hand is for reaching out and touching all

Pittsburgh With they necks wrapped up no lie See that's what happens when slugs fly Doves cry when a thug dies It might rain if you're a love guy Glocks

'm Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious And the boy stay, kickin' incredibly dope shit Make my momma proud cuz my clothes fit Travel round the globe bitch on my Lewis Clark

got to call her when she?s home All of her clocks have got hands Now don?t try to e-mail her, you?ve got to snail mail her You got to take pen in hand

a level He was straight as a chalkline and right as a rule He was square with the world he took good care of his tools [ guitar ] Oh he worked his hands

two young white squatter kids with dirty undershirts and rotten teeth. he's the guy who hangs out underneath the overpass shouting curse words at passing motorists, or the guy

See the 4-5 infinite caucasian white tinted Eyes lookin squinted they can't tell me that it didn't Pop eyes like the bald white guy that liked spinach

up?) How ya doin today? (Just great Shags!) That's great, now let's give a hand To Mickey Clark and the Gangsta Fun Band! We'll be right back with Violent