Early morning spring time
Waiting on the sunrise
Hands full of back home dirt
Ten and two on my two lane
Headed home your way
After a hard day's work
I could be reaching in my pocket
Grabbing dollars for the jukebox
Raising a glass to my lips
I can hold my whiskey
When the whiskey kicks in
But that ain't nothin' like when
I hold you
I get the pull of the moon
And the heat of the sun
Everything under the stars
I get the burn of the bourbon
The fire in the sermon
With you right here in my arms
I hold you as soft as I can
I hold you in these calloused hands
Like that first time I swang river bank rope
Right before I had to let go
I hold you
Like pictures hold days gone
Records hold old songs
Churches hold prayers in pews
Like clouds hold summer rain
Until my last day
Baby, I'll hold you
I get the pull of the moon
And the heat of the sun
Everything under the stars
I get the burn of the bourbon
The fire in the sermon
With you right here in my arms
I hold you as soft as I can
I hold you in these calloused hands
Like that first time I swang river bank rope
Right before I had to let go
I hold you
Yeah, I hold you
I get the pull of the moon
And the heat of the sun
Everything under the stars
I get the burn of the bourbon
The fire in the sermon
With you right here in my arms
I hold you as soft as I can
I hold you in these calloused hands
Like that first time I swang river bank rope
Right before I had to let go
I hold you
Yeah honey, I hold you
