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Hands Like Gloves

Barna Howard
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Barna Howard


Connie says she's alright
He didn't mean to knock her down
As her eyes turn slowly
Toward the memory still lyin' on the ground
Connie's one bad actress
As she plays her part
Who always wants to leave him
But never seems to start

Hours past sundown
His headlights hit the walls
Connie's in the bedroom
With her pills and alcohol
It's hard to keep your hopes up
When he's bustin' down the door
With his hands like gloves
That won't feel you anymore

Mama better run tonight
Drop the broom, quit sweepin' up your broken dreams
All the things she does for love these days
Like puttin' up with his hands that way

They found her in the kitchen
Cleanin' up the mess
Another sleepless morning
For the lady with the bloody head
There's a shadow in the hallway
Who never says a word
He don't want to get to know them
The kids are of no concern

Mama better run tonight
Drop the broom, quit sweepin' up your broken dreams
All the things she does for love these days
Like puttin' up with his hands that way

Connie says she's alright
He didn't mean to knock her down
As her eyes turn slowly
Toward the memory still lyin' on the ground



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