A Chevrolet might sit up on some 22s
And he cleans up good in his black Lou Casey boots
His eyes might put that blue sky to shame
His accent goes so good with your name
Yeah you think it's a perfect fit But
if you really wanna know who he is
Take a look at his hands And how they hold you when you're sleeping
How they get your heart beating Yeah you'll know by the way they land
On your leg while he's driving When you're shotgun riding
You'll know right away he stands By
the way they look after a long day
By the way they fall when he prays
There's a lot you can tell about a man
By his hands
You'll know his mama raised him pretty good
When he opens up that door like he should
He fights with his words,
not with his fists Brushes your hair back with forever kiss
Yeah he leans on in
When you reach for his hands
And how they hold you when you're
sleeping How they get your heart beating
Yeah you'll know by the way they land On your leg while he's driving
When you're shotgun riding You'll know right away he stands
By the way they look after a long day
By the way they fall when he prays
There's a lot you can tell about a man By his hands
By
his hands
His hands How they hold you when you're sleeping
How they get your heart beating Yeah you'll know by the way
they land
On your leg while he's driving When you're shotgun riding
You'll know right away he stands By
the way they look after a long day
By the way they fall when he prays
There's a lot you can tell about a man