| Song | White knuckle grip |
| Artist | Woven Hand |
| Album | Ten Stones |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Written down on burning paper | |
| Some words just do not rhyme | |
| We’re dealing with fire either way | |
| Driving these streets in squandered time | |
| Angel protect the vision | |
| Picture show to slow it down | |
| I am ill from too much honey | |
| As the bees they buzz around | |
| It might have been a Cadillac | |
| Yeah maybe a Lincoln | |
| I seen it from the rear view | |
| I just couldn’t get a clear view | |
| I got a white knuckle grip on my | |
| white knuckle grip on my | |
| white knuckle grip on my | |
| Saturday night | |
| I'm gonna dance this town to ruins | |
| Stood close hell fire barbed wire | |
| Come on boy | |
| Come up with somethin' | |
| Or go home go home with nothin' | |
| Worse for the wear | |
| Out here in the fray | |
| I'm takin’ the heavy way | |
| I'm takin’ the heavy way | |
| The landscape of Saturday night | |
| Get a grip and make it tight | |
| Father guide me with your eye | |
| It might have been a Cadillac | |
| Or maybe a Lincoln | |
| Seen through the rear view | |
| Could not get a clear view | |
| Got a white knuckle grip on your | |
| Saturday night |
| Written down on burning paper | |
| Some words just do not rhyme | |
| We' re dealing with fire either way | |
| Driving these streets in squandered time | |
| Angel protect the vision | |
| Picture show to slow it down | |
| I am ill from too much honey | |
| As the bees they buzz around | |
| It might have been a Cadillac | |
| Yeah maybe a Lincoln | |
| I seen it from the rear view | |
| I just couldn' t get a clear view | |
| I got a white knuckle grip on my | |
| white knuckle grip on my | |
| white knuckle grip on my | |
| Saturday night | |
| I' m gonna dance this town to ruins | |
| Stood close hell fire barbed wire | |
| Come on boy | |
| Come up with somethin' | |
| Or go home go home with nothin' | |
| Worse for the wear | |
| Out here in the fray | |
| I' m takin' the heavy way | |
| I' m takin' the heavy way | |
| The landscape of Saturday night | |
| Get a grip and make it tight | |
| Father guide me with your eye | |
| It might have been a Cadillac | |
| Or maybe a Lincoln | |
| Seen through the rear view | |
| Could not get a clear view | |
| Got a white knuckle grip on your | |
| Saturday night |
| Written down on burning paper | |
| Some words just do not rhyme | |
| We' re dealing with fire either way | |
| Driving these streets in squandered time | |
| Angel protect the vision | |
| Picture show to slow it down | |
| I am ill from too much honey | |
| As the bees they buzz around | |
| It might have been a Cadillac | |
| Yeah maybe a Lincoln | |
| I seen it from the rear view | |
| I just couldn' t get a clear view | |
| I got a white knuckle grip on my | |
| white knuckle grip on my | |
| white knuckle grip on my | |
| Saturday night | |
| I' m gonna dance this town to ruins | |
| Stood close hell fire barbed wire | |
| Come on boy | |
| Come up with somethin' | |
| Or go home go home with nothin' | |
| Worse for the wear | |
| Out here in the fray | |
| I' m takin' the heavy way | |
| I' m takin' the heavy way | |
| The landscape of Saturday night | |
| Get a grip and make it tight | |
| Father guide me with your eye | |
| It might have been a Cadillac | |
| Or maybe a Lincoln | |
| Seen through the rear view | |
| Could not get a clear view | |
| Got a white knuckle grip on your | |
| Saturday night |