| Song | Empty Hands |
| Artist | John Mellencamp |
| Album | The Lonesome Jubilee |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| In the shadows of the smokestacks | |
| Through the black snow, that lay on the land | |
| Walked home one winter morning | |
| With my live savings in my hand | |
| Maryanne, she愀 fixin?up some breakfast | |
| Got the lights on, on the christmas tree | |
| Sittin?there, lookin?up at an angel | |
| With something dyin?inside of me | |
| Grew up with great expectations | |
| Heard the promise and i knew the plan | |
| They say people get what they deserve | |
| But lord, sometimes it愀 much worse than that | |
| Maryanne, she takin?in some laundry | |
| I got a part time job in a drive-in stand | |
| Oh lord, what did i do | |
| To deserve these empty hands? | |
| Chorus: | |
| Across the cities | |
| Across this land | |
| Through the valleys | |
| And across the sand | |
| Too many people standin?in line | |
| Too many people with nothin?planned | |
| There愀 too many people with | |
| Empty hands | |
| Now maryanne愀 been cryin?lord knows, i love her the best i can | |
| When my pride is bruised and broken | |
| She slips her hand into my empty hands | |
| Without hope, without love | |
| You扉e got nothing but pain | |
| Just makes a man not give a dammn | |
| That愀 no way for us to live | |
| We扉e got to fill these empty hands | |
| Chorus: | |
| Across the cities | |
| Across this land | |
| Through the valleys | |
| And across the sand | |
| Too many people standin?in line | |
| Too many people with nothin?planned | |
| There愀 too many people with | |
| Empty hands |
| In the shadows of the smokestacks | |
| Through the black snow, that lay on the land | |
| Walked home one winter morning | |
| With my live savings in my hand | |
| Maryanne, she qiao fixin? up some breakfast | |
| Got the lights on, on the christmas tree | |
| Sittin? there, lookin? up at an angel | |
| With something dyin? inside of me | |
| Grew up with great expectations | |
| Heard the promise and i knew the plan | |
| They say people get what they deserve | |
| But lord, sometimes it qiao much worse than that | |
| Maryanne, she takin? in some laundry | |
| I got a part time job in a drivein stand | |
| Oh lord, what did i do | |
| To deserve these empty hands? | |
| Chorus: | |
| Across the cities | |
| Across this land | |
| Through the valleys | |
| And across the sand | |
| Too many people standin? in line | |
| Too many people with nothin? planned | |
| There qiao too many people with | |
| Empty hands | |
| Now maryanne qiao been cryin? lord knows, i love her the best i can | |
| When my pride is bruised and broken | |
| She slips her hand into my empty hands | |
| Without hope, without love | |
| You fei e got nothing but pain | |
| Just makes a man not give a dammn | |
| That qiao no way for us to live | |
| We fei e got to fill these empty hands | |
| Chorus: | |
| Across the cities | |
| Across this land | |
| Through the valleys | |
| And across the sand | |
| Too many people standin? in line | |
| Too many people with nothin? planned | |
| There qiao too many people with | |
| Empty hands |
| In the shadows of the smokestacks | |
| Through the black snow, that lay on the land | |
| Walked home one winter morning | |
| With my live savings in my hand | |
| Maryanne, she qiǎo fixin? up some breakfast | |
| Got the lights on, on the christmas tree | |
| Sittin? there, lookin? up at an angel | |
| With something dyin? inside of me | |
| Grew up with great expectations | |
| Heard the promise and i knew the plan | |
| They say people get what they deserve | |
| But lord, sometimes it qiǎo much worse than that | |
| Maryanne, she takin? in some laundry | |
| I got a part time job in a drivein stand | |
| Oh lord, what did i do | |
| To deserve these empty hands? | |
| Chorus: | |
| Across the cities | |
| Across this land | |
| Through the valleys | |
| And across the sand | |
| Too many people standin? in line | |
| Too many people with nothin? planned | |
| There qiǎo too many people with | |
| Empty hands | |
| Now maryanne qiǎo been cryin? lord knows, i love her the best i can | |
| When my pride is bruised and broken | |
| She slips her hand into my empty hands | |
| Without hope, without love | |
| You fēi e got nothing but pain | |
| Just makes a man not give a dammn | |
| That qiǎo no way for us to live | |
| We fēi e got to fill these empty hands | |
| Chorus: | |
| Across the cities | |
| Across this land | |
| Through the valleys | |
| And across the sand | |
| Too many people standin? in line | |
| Too many people with nothin? planned | |
| There qiǎo too many people with | |
| Empty hands |