Calloused Hands
· 4:08 · 90 plays · v2.2
- acoustic rock
- classic rock
- country rock
- 1970s
- storytelling
- outlaw country
- folk rock
- duet
- roots rock
- fingerstyle guitar
Lyrics
Chorus
Wild and tender like the rivers run
Two hearts chasing down the morning sun
Rough as leather but soft as dreams
We hold each other in the space between
Post-Chorus
Wild and tender
Wild and tender
Verse 2
Your laughter's lightning rolling through cracked sky
I'm burning slow every time you walk by
Sweetness in your voice settles the storm I ride
We fit together with no need to hide
Pre-Chorus
Calloused hands holding fragile truth
Swept up strong but gentle too
Chorus
Wild and tender like the rivers run
Two hearts chasing down the morning sun
Rough as leather but soft as dreams
We hold each other in the space between
Post-Chorus
Wild and tender
Wild and tender
Post-Chorus
Wild and tender
Wild and tender
Bridge
Faded blue jeans in the firelight’s glow
We trace our story where the wild weeds grow
Hard-won laughter echoing through the pines
Seasons change but this feeling’s mine
Verse 3
You find the gold in things the world don’t see
I lean on you and you lean back on me
Dust on our boots, but our love won’t fade
We ride together and the trails we’ve made
Pre-Chorus
Calloused hands holding fragile truth
Swept up strong but gentle too
Chorus
Wild and tender like the rivers run
Two hearts chasing down the morning sun
Rough as leather but soft as dreams
We hold each other in the space between
Post-Chorus
Wild and tender
Wild and tender
Post-Chorus
Wild and tender
Wild and tender
Outro
Sun sinking low on this open land
Your shadow lingers as you take my hand
Promises whispered in the fading light
Love wild and tender riding into the night
Post-Chorus
Wild and tender
Wild and tender
Wild and tender
Post-Chorus
Wild and tender
Wild and tender
Wild and tender
Tag
Through every dawn and every storm we roam
Wild and tender, that’s how we’ve always known
With every mile, we carve our names in stone
Wild and tender, always bringing it home
Tag
Through every dawn and every storm we roam
Wild and tender, that’s how we’ve always known
With every mile, we carve our names in stone
Wild and tender, always bringing it home
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