• Song:

    Family Hands

  • Artist:

    Mary Chapin Carpenter

  • Album:

    Hometown Girl

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Intro: D5 G5 D5 G5 A5 

 D5                                    G5 
 Last Sunday we got in the car and we drove 
        A5                            D5            G5   A5 
 To the town you were raised in, your boyhood home 
 D5                            G5 
 The trees were just turning, up on the ridge 
     A5                        D5               G5    A5 
 And this was your valley when you were a kid 
 D5                                    G5 
 You showed me the railroad that your daddy worked on 
       A5                              D5                G5    A5 
 As we neared the old house where your granny lives on 
 D5                                        G5 
 She's nearing ninety years now, with her daughters by her side 
     A5                                     D5               B5 
 Who tend the places in the heart where loneliness can hide 

Refr?o -------------
 B5           A5            G5        A5       D5 
 Raised by the women who are stronger than you know 
 B5         A5              E5                   A5 
 A patchwork quilt of memory only women could have sewn 
 D5                                          G5 
 The threads were stitched by family hands, protected from the moth 
 E5                      G5            A5              D5        G5      A5 
 By your mother... and her mother, the weavers of your cloth
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 (2nd verse, same chords) 
 Your grandmother owned a gun in 1932 
 When times were bad just everywhere, you said she used it too 
 And the life and times of everyone are traced inside their palms 
 Her skin may be so weathered, but her grip is still so strong 
 And I see your eyes belong to her and too your mama too 
 A slice of Virginia sky, the clearest shade of blue 
 
 Repeat Chorus 
 
 (3rd verse, same chords) 
 And a rich man you might never be, they'd love you just the same 
 They've handed down so much to you besides your Christian name 
 And the spoken word won't heal you like the laying on of hands 
 Belonging to the ones who raised you to a man 
 
 Repeat Chorus
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