In The Shadows Of The Smokestacks

Through The Black Snow, That Lay On The Land

Walked Home One Winter Morning

With My Live 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 Takin´ In Some Laundry

I Got A Part Time Job In A Drive-in Stand

Oh Lord, What Did I Do

To Deserve These Empty Hands?



CHORUS:

Across The Cities

Across This Land

Through The Valleys

And Across The Sand

Too 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 Dammn

That´s No Way For Us To Live

We´ve Got To Fill These Empty Hands



CHORUS:

Across The Cities

Across This Land

Through The Valleys

And Across The Sand

Too Many People Standin´ In Line

Too Many People With Nothin´ Planned

There´s Too Many People With

Empty Hands