Eric Church – Hands Of Time (Guitar)

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Detroit built brakes so that they could make a chevy slow down

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And a just right midnight sorry might turn goodbye around

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Bloody mary's and aspirin will give a hangover one hell of a fight

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But my remedy for handling the hands of time

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Is Seger singing Hollywood nights

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Even the losers get lucky sometimes

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A paradise by the dashboard light

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And I'm just fine, I'm doing alright

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We ain't as young as we use to be

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But young at heart is so easy

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When you let some loud guitars

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And words and rhymes handle the hands of time

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My go-to game day jersey's always Carolina blue

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When I need to find forgiveness

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I find a little small town church pew

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Yeah, after work I like to put my elbows up on a bar

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But girl I turn to the speakers

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When I need to speak to this ole heart

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  And it's …

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Back in black, shook me all night long

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Could you be loved, redemption song

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Luckenbach, home sweet home

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I'm where I belong

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Ain't nothing wrong

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Yeah, we ain't as young as we use to be

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But young at heart is so easy

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When you let some loud guitars and words that rhyme

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Handle the hands of time

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Hands of time

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Tryin' to hang on as the song rolls

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Like gravity pulls on the grains of sand

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We take our licks, life takes it's toll

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We say thanks and we fold our hands

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And it's…

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Amazing grace, how sweet the sound

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Sunday morning coming down

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Tuesday's gone, green grass of home

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I come to the garden alone, yeah

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We ain't as young as we use to be

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But until under that willow you bury me

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I'm gonna turn up some loud guitars

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Turn up some loud guitars

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Turn up some loud guitars

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Crank some loud guitars

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Crank up some loud guitars

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Wanna hear some loud guitars

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Gonna let some loud guitars and words that rhyme

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Handle the hands of time