Lyrics

The Handprint
By: Drew Rice

Verse

Walking down the street looking in the window
Staring at the guitar that I wanted so
Man that thing was so nice but it was so high priced
I could write a hit song with that one I know

Verse

One Christmas morning to my surprise when I opened my eyes
A shiny black guitar was sitting by the tree
Just like the ones my hero?s played it fresh off of lay away
A little gift from my wife and young family

Chorus

And I?d play that thing most every night
Working on my songs trying to get them right
I?d shine and tune her set her on her stand real straight
Got to go to bed now cause it?s getting late

Verse

Well after a long hard workday I couldn?t wait to get home to play
Cause my nerves were shattered and my patience spent
But my guitar was all out of tune and I didn?t have to guess by who
Cause in the kitchen light you see it a perfect four year old handprint

Verse

Well up the stairs to his room I found him playing there
With big blues eyes and blonde curly hair
Did you play with my guitar? He didn?t know he?d done anything wrong
He said yes I did daddy I wrote you a song

Verse

I?m wrapped around his finger so there went all my anger
I said come on over here and won?t you sing it for me
I sat him up on my knee and he hit a single string
Then he blew me away as he started to sing

Chorus

He sang Daddy I love you Daddy I love you
And one day I?m gonna be just like you
He sang Daddy I love you Daddy I love you
We?re best friends you and me

Verse

He said Daddy why are you crying? I said there?s something in my eye
Then I kissed on his forehead and tucked him in for the night
And back down in the kitchen I saw things in a different light
The little handprint that was so wrong couldn?t be more right
And I didn?t want it to go away
So after ten coats of varnish well it was sure to stay

Verse

It didn?t help the looks of that guitar and didn?t make it very far
I never sold a single song and I?m damn sure not a star
But over twenty years later I can still remember that day
Each time I grab this old guitar and sit down to play

Verse

And I?ll see that little handprint and I wonder where the time went
It always takes me back for a little while
And I?ll hit a single string and I can still hear that little boy sing
And that?s guaranteed to bring a smile