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Calloused Hands

ivicavela

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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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