White Hands

White hands Brushing all the dust Off their jackets They're making such a fuss Until they back it Then we never hear of them again A half had Glass of bourbon Sitting on the table His daughter Said he likes to When he's able Then we never hear from him again If you want to say That it will all be fine You're quick with those kinds of lines Well there are folks who work behind The scene against what's yours and mine White hands Propping all the government people Who never did They came and went It all meant Who it is we hear from in the end If you want to say That it will all be fine You're quick with those kinds of lines Well there are folks who work behind The scene against what's yours and mine