Lyrics

Hand Me Downs
By Brent Wilson

From hat to shoes
There?s nothin? new
The coat was once his mother?s
The pants were once his brother?s
And that shirt with sleeves that almost touch the ground
That was his dad?s
And just another hand me down

But these clothes have a secret
The long sleeves keep it
Whatever shirt he?d choose
He?d still be wearing black and blue
His dad would hit the bottle
Then push him around
That?s just one more of his hand me downs

CHORUS
It?s like a family tradition
Passed on to the next son
But he?ll be the last one to live it out
Like his tattered old clothing
His soul is outgrowing
These hand me downs
These hand me downs

Now that he?s grown up
The hand me downs don?t stop
Guilt and shame can scar
To the bottom of your heart
And the anger
That he carries around
Well that?s one more of his hand me downs

CHORUS
It?s like a family tradition
Passed on to the next son
But he?ll be the last one to live it out
Like that tattered old clothing
His soul is outgrowing
These hand me downs
These hand me downs

CHORUS
It?s like a family tradition
Passed on to the next son
But one his son will never know about
Like those tattered old clothes
He?s finally outgrown
These hand me downs
These hand me downs

Copyright 2004 Southcastle Songs/bwilsongs music