Hands Like His (Cover by 𝙍𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙮𝟟𝟟_𝙖𝙞𝙈𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘)

[Verse 1] Sitting on the hood by a barbed-wire line, Thermos coffee cold, clouds dragging time. Wind talks low through the yellowed grain, Your old blue jacket still smells like rain. You taught me: fix what’s broke, don’t fake a thing, Measure twice, then let the hammer sing. I swore I’d never be your echo’s kid— But here I stand and I’ve got hands like his. [Pre-Chorus] I tried to chase the sun and leave your miles behind, But the road in my blood kept drawing the same line. [Chorus] So I raise my right hand to the wild, wild wind— By the open sky, I swear again. Steel in the wrist, mercy in the grip, If I break, I bend—never let it slip. I’ll carry your name like a blade in the sun, Cut through the dark till the work is done. If this world turns mean, I won’t give in— ’Cause I was born with hands like his. [Verse 2] Dawn shift whistle and a gravel prayer, Grease-black knuckles, honest air. You taught me clutch, taught me how to steer, Said, “Truth is a gear—don’t grind it, son, just hear.” We patched that roof in a summer storm, You laughed at lightning, said, “Keep your form.” I ran to the city just to prove I could— But courage sounds the same in steel or wood. [Pre-Chorus] I tried to change my face, outrun your gravity, But every compass I owned pointed back to me. [Chorus] So I raise my right hand to the wild, wild wind— By the open sky, I swear again. Steel in the wrist, mercy in the grip, If I break, I bend—never let it slip. I’ll carry your name like a blade in the sun, Cut through the dark till the work is done. If this world turns mean, I won’t give in— ’Cause I was born with hands like his. [Bridge] Thunderheads roll like a drumline far away, And I hear you say: “Son, we don’t beg for easy roads— We lace our boots and pay our loads. Keep your word, keep your aim, Let love be the loudest thing you claim.” [Guitar Solo] [Breakdown] I will stand when the night goes blind, Hold the line when the weak lose time, Build it back if the storm insists— I’ll build it back with hands like his. [Chorus – Final, Bigger] I raise my right hand to the wild, wild wind— By the open sky, I swear again. Steel in the wrist, mercy in the grip, If I break, I bend—never let it slip. I’ll carry your name like a blade in the sun, Set the sparks flying till the job is done. If this world turns mean, I won’t give in— ’Cause I was born—yeah, I was born— With hands like his. [Outro] Clouds keep moving, fences hiss— I breathe your courage in the air like this… Hands like his.