I Hold You

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