The Right Hand Of Fellowship - Bradley Walker

Please forgive me If I appear unkind But any fool can tell you It's all in your mind Down in the meadow The old lion stirs Puts his hand 'cross his mouth He has no use for words Poor little girl With your handful of snow Poor little girl Had no way to know And you've got me eating You've got me eating You've got me eating Right out of your hand I mean you no harm When I tell you you're blind Give a sucker an even break He'll lose it all, every time The airborne starlings circle Over the frozen fields The hollyhocks hang harmlessly And the old lion yields And you've got me eating You've got me eating You've got me eating Right out of your hand

I've cried a million tears, Down through the years. Searching for that special one. And the vows I took before, Where all forever more, But no matter how I tried they came undone. Then the good lord finally gave me The true love of a lady, Someone who believes in me. And she lets me know each day, That love is here to stay. I finally found someone who'll never leave. Chorus: I put a golden band on the right left hand this time, And the right left hand put a golden band on mine. When our hair is snowy white, Time will prove I'm right. I put a golden band on the right left hand this time. I'll never have to reach For the love that my heart needs, She'll be close enough to touch. And when the nights are long and cold, She'll be there to hold, All dressed up for one more night of love. Chorus: I put a golden band on the right left hand this time, And the right left hand put a golden band on mine. When our hair is snowy white, Time will prove I'm right. I put a golden band on the right left hand this time. I put a golden band on the right left hand this time...

I'm taking a ride to the liquor store I'm looking for a beer and little bit more I'm gonna spend all the money she has On a nude girl in a dirty old magazine 50 cents cheaper than the real thing Even though it may be a little bit disgusting Can't call a bitch and it ain't got no drama It's called a new sensation called the right hand-a-rama I don't know why I don't know why It sure feels good most every time I don't know why I don't know why It sure feels good most every time Alright Pamela and her five sisters Are giving me a bad case of nasty blisters A third degree burn going straight to my head I guess my pipes are a little bit rusted Close encounters of the strangest kind I got the heebee-jeebes for the hundredth time It didn't work out the way it was planned All I got now is a beer in my hand I don't know why I don't know why It sure feels good most every time I don't know why I don't know why It sure feels good most every time I'll tell ya why Whoo! Alright!