Empty Hands - John Mellencamp. G.M.Green

    In the shadows of the smokestacks
    Through the black snow that lay on the land
    Walked home one winter morning
    With my life's 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's takin' in some laundry
    I got a part-time job at a drive-in stand
    Oh Lord, what did I do
    To 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 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 damn
    That's no way for us to live
    We've got to fill these empty hands


    Marco Giunco
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