Leather Hands, Velvet Heart
Contact-Wayne Schiferl email:wshifty43@mac.com Phone:954-257-7289



Vs 1. He was born and raised, in Dirtville USA.
The hard-knock life, his farmer wife
No senior prom, no golden rule.
His hard knock life, was his school.

Chorus-Leather Hands my Fathers life.
Had four kids and had a wife.
Leather Hands, and Velvet Heart.
I did things wrong he made them right.
Ninety years without a fight
Leather Hands, Leather Hands and Velvet Heart.

Vs. 2. His leather hands, caressed our life.
First he lost his son, then he lost his wife.
But life goes on, we can’t slow down,
Cause lifes’ the only game in town. chorus

Vs 3. Then came that day, that day in May.
The car explodes, goes up in flames.
My fathers’s voice, inside my head.
Speaks to me, from Heaven says.
My time has come, my work is done.
So I need you my son to carry on.



copyright 2012 by Wayne A. Schiferl