Tell These Hands Sara Storer Sara Storer Tell These Hands M[C]um and Dad are home, s[F]itting round the table, D[C]ad's got his face buried in his h[G]ands I've n[C]ever seen Dad cry, didn't th[F]ink that he was able, Gr[C]avel on the drive washed away ag[G]ain And with sk[F]in off his fingers, the r[C]ain's still coming down An[F]other week just waiting, as he l[C]ooks down at his h[G]ands Tell the r[C]ain to stop f[F]alling, tell the b[C]anks to stop c[F]alling, Tell the p[C]oliticians wher (azchords.com)