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Introduction
George Jones’ Mama’s Hands feels like a warm embrace wrapped in nostalgia and love. It’s one of those songs that instantly makes you think of the quiet strength of mothers—the kind that’s always there, steady and unwavering. If you’ve ever been close to your mom or have a mother figure you hold dear, this song will likely strike a chord deep in your heart.
What makes Mama’s Hands so touching is how it blends the raw simplicity of storytelling with a deep emotional core. George Jones takes us on a journey through time, reflecting on the gentle yet tireless hands of a mother—hands that held, nurtured, and supported through life’s highs and lows. It’s a celebration of a love that doesn’t need to be loud to be powerful. Those small acts of care and quiet sacrifices are often the most profound, and this song encapsulates that perfectly.
The song’s essence is its universal appeal. Whether you grew up in a small town or a bustling city, everyone can relate to the themes of familial love and appreciation for the people who helped shape us. Mama’s Hands doesn’t just talk about love—it’s steeped in it. Jones’ voice, with its signature rich timbre, carries the weight of every word, making you feel the tenderness and gratitude embedded in the lyrics. You can almost picture him sitting on a porch, reminiscing about simpler days and the lessons learned from those comforting hands.
For anyone who has felt the quiet guidance of a mother’s love, this song is like a walk down memory lane. It’s not just about reminiscing; it’s about honoring the steadfast care and warmth that helped carry us through life’s toughest moments.
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Lyrics
My daddy’s hands held Ten’s and Two’s while mom’s were holding me
And daddy’s hand lost everything to a hand of Kings and Three’s
Then daddy’s hands they shook so bad that he turned to wine
But mama’s hands were strong and calm as they held on to mine
Yes, mama’s hands held on to mine to guide me day and night
And it took the sting of mama’s hands to teach me wrong from right
When times were bad and money slim, she’d fold her hands and pray
And somehow she would make the food hold out another day
Now mama’s hands are cold with age, they tremble when she prays
But her voice is strong as she thanks God for the bygone days
She looks at me and then she smiles, she knows I understand
That everything I am today I owe to mama’s hands
Everything I am today I owe to mama’s hands