Empty hands lyrics

Artist  : John cougar mellencamp 
Song : Empty hands
 
Written by: John Mellencamp and George Green

In the shadows of the smokestacks
Through the black snow that lay on the land
Walked home one winter morning
With my life's savings in my hand
Maryanne, she's fixin' up some breakfast
Got the lights on, on the Christmas tree
Sittin' there lookin' up at an angel
With something dyin' inside of me

Grew up with great expectations
Heard the promise and I knew the plan
They say people get what they deserve
But Lord, sometimes it's much worse than that
Maryanne she's takin' in some laundry
I got a part-time job at a drive-in stand
Oh Lord, what did I do
To deserve these empty hands

     Across the cities, across this land
     Through the valleys, and across the sand
     To many people standin' in line
     Too many people with nothin' planned
     There's too many people with empty hands

Now Maryanne's been cryin'
Lord knows I love her the best I can
When my pride is bruised and broken
She slips her hand into my empty hands
Without hope, without love, you've got nothing
but pain
Just makes a man not give a damn
That's no way for us to live
We've got to fill these empty hands