Hand That Rocks The Cradle lyrics

In the wee small hours of midnight

When your man just won't come home

With your legs spread on his bed howling at the moon

When the hot blood in your body

Is trying to flood your mind

Let the hand that rocks the cradle lead your song

Ain't no time to go get haunted

Driving roads that you've been down

Take some time and just remember

All the nights you've done him wrong

Don't you know that your man's country

Is as strong as your man's home

Let the hand that rocks the cradle lead your song

Ain't no time left to be bitter

There's a race here we've got to run

To fight that fight ain't easy

And only love can get it done

There's a man who won't live for it

He laid it down and called us one

Let the hand that rocks the cradle lead your song

In the wee small hours of midnight

When your man just won't come home

With your legs spread on his bed howling at the moon

When the hot blood in your body

Is trying to flood your mind

Let the hand that rocks the cradle lead your song