Hold Out Your Hand

Hold out Your Hand - Brandi Carlile (布蘭迪 卡莉)

Written by：Phil Hanseroth/Brandi Carlile/Tim Hanseroth

I run a lot of miles of life and crime

Of mountain climbs and quittin' times

Packing that load of lyin' rhymes

And tired jokes and wooden dimes

I've been everybody's friend everybody's friend

I could lose my house I could steal a car

I could serve two masters living hard

Living like a dog in a cage in a yard

With a fist full of cold hard cash and I can't let go

The devil can't have my soul the devil can't get your soul

The devil can't get your soul

Hold out your hand

Take hold of mine now

Round and round we go

Don't you wanna dance

I'm a dying man

From the moment we began

Hold out your hand

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The hand comes around and the trumpet sounds

And his number calls and the moment he falls

And the haunted halls of man he will understand

He will comprehend he will not pretend

He will not pretend

When the rain don't fall and the river don't run

And the wind takes orders from the blazing sun

The devil don't break with a fiery snake

And you handled about goddamn much as you can take

The devil don't take a break the devil don't take a break

The devil don't take no break

Hold out your hand

Take hold of mine now

Round and round we go

Don't you wanna dance

I'm a dying man

From the moment we began

Hold out your hand

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Well he came to my door to sell me the fear

With some cameras and bullets and tension and

Here is a license for killing your own native son

For a careless mistake and a fake plastic gun

Come on

Deliver your brother from violence and greed

For the mountains lay down for your faith like a seed

A morning is coming of silver and light

There will be color and language and nobody wanting to fight

What a glorious sight

What a glorious sight

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Hold out your hand

Take hold of mine now

Round and round we go

Don't you wanna dance

I'm a dying man

From the moment we began

Hold out your hand

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