Hands Of An Artist
Words and Music by Joe LaMay
She’s a woman with the hands of an artist
I’ve felt them brush my weary soul
Doesn’t say too much
It’s all there in her touch
And how she does it - I don’t know
And she’s a woman with the eyes of a healer
I’ve seen them soothe my angry way
And when it’s eye to eye
It’s heart to heart
And all my demons fade away
And she’s so many women
And she was so hard to find
Now, late at night when the lights are dimmin’
She’s the woman on my mind
And she’s a woman with the ways of an outlaw
I know - cause she steals my heart away
And I do everything I can
To be her wanted man
And to ride beside her everyday
Bridge
‘Cause she’s a woman with the hands of an artist
I’ve felt them brush my weary soul
Doesn’t say too much
It’s all there in her touch
And how she does it - I don’t know
©1991 Joe LaMay Pressed For Time, BMI.
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