These Hands
W.H.Y.Version1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
I wear the customary clothes of my time,
Like Jesus did, with no reason not to die
Facing history, with little to no irony
Like Im some forgotten southern city, Sherman razed
Still hid under thick smoke after all these years
These hands, are my fathers hands but smaller
Soaked in paint thinner,
Until theyre so dry coming together,
They make the sound of resisting each other
A shrill squeal like two moving rubber, tires touching
Hide nothing, hide nothing
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Readable chord sheet for These Hands by W.H.Y.
[F] I wear the [C]customary clothes of my [G]time, Like [D]Jesus did, with no [Bb]reason [Dm]not to [F]die [Bb] [F] Facing history,[F7] with little to no ir[Bb]ony Like [F]Im some forgo[C]tten southern c[Dm]ity, Sherman r[Bb]azed [F]Still hid under [C]thick smoke [Dm]after all these [Bb]years These [F]hands, are my [F7]fathers hands but s[Dm]maller Soaked in paint [Bb]thinner, Until theyre so dry coming tog[Dm]ether, They make the [Gm]sound of resisting each [F]other A shrill [Gm]squeal like [Bb]two moving [F]rubber, [Gm]tires [F]touching [Gm]Hide [F]nothing, [Gm]hide [F]nothing