| She was a mom back when moms didn’t work
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| She just did the laundry and brushed off the dirt
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| She cooked all the meals and scrubbed all the floors
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| And she mowed that front yard with that old push mower
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| All of those years without the help of a man
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| She held us together with those delicate hands
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| Those hands have rocked some cradles
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| Calmed many a cryin' child
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| Set ten thousand supper tables
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| Now it’s time to rest those hands a while
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| Those hands have done some prayin'
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| Worn just one wedding band
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| Now there ain’t much time
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| And there ain’t much strength
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| But there’s a lot of love left in those hands
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| If I had a dime for every button she sewed
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| All the tears she’s dried and bedtime stories she’s told
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| I’d buy back the years back from old father time
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| Just sit here and hold her hands in mine
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| Those hands have rocked some cradles
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| Calmed many a cryin' child
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| Set ten thousand supper tables
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| Now it’s time to rest those hands a while
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| Those hands have done some prayin'
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| Worn just one wedding band
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| Now there ain’t much time
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| And there ain’t much strength
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| But there’s a lot of love left in those hands
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| There’s a lot of love left in those hands |