Tell These Hands Lyrics

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Sara Storer Tell These Hands
Mum and Dad are home, sitting round the table,
Dad's got his face buried in his hands
I've never seen Dad cry, didn't think that he was able,
Gravel on the drive washed away again
And with skin off his fingers, the rain's still coming down
Another week just waiting, as he looks down at his hands
Tell the rain to stop falling, tell the banks to stop calling,
Tell the politicians where they can, put their plans
Tell the day to hold on longer, tell our sons we can't be bothered
And then tell these hands to give up on the land
G (hold) C F C G
Tell, tell these hands
Better take a look, rain might be gone by morning
Are you coming for a drive, we won't be long?
Arm out of the window, ?Giving In? on the radio,
Funny how that rain can't keep us in
And with skin off his fingers, still the rain comes down,
They're driving through the inches on a track of flooded ground
Tell the rain to stop falling, tell the banks to stop calling,
Tell the politicians where they can, put their plans
Tell the day to hold on longer, tell our sons we can't be bothered
And then tell these hands to give up on the land
G (hold) C F C
Tell, tell these hands, go on and tell these hands,
F C F C (hold)
Go on tell these hands, tell these hands.