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Jessi Colter - Hand That Rocks the Cradle lyrics
In the wee small hours of midnight when your man just won't come home. With your legs spread, on his bed, howlin' at the moon. When the hot blood in your body is trying to flood your mind, let the hand that rocks the cradle lead your song. Ain't no time to go get haunted, drivin' roads that you've been down. Take some time and just remember all the nights you've done him wrong. Don't you know that your man's country is as strong as your man's home? Let the hand that rocks the cradle lead your song. Ain't no time left to be bitter. There's a race, here, we've got to run. To fight that fight ain't easy, and only love can get it done. There's a man who won't live for it. He laid it down, and called us one. Let the hand that rocks the cradle lead your song. |
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