Humble Hand Song Lyrics

The Benjy Davis Project

The Benjy Davis Project More Than Local cover art
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Well I remember being young, hell I think I still am.
Well I was sitting steady chilling on the tailgate
Sippin' on a day old pint of that Tennessee bamshebam.
That's the last thing I recall, hell I heard I had a ball.

I was sitting sort of crooked stable staring at the stars,
Overwhelmed by how many cars were parked at bars.
Could this liquor make me sicker than we already are?
Is this my calling? Am I falling, is this what I need?

It goes boom, lights come flashing through the window pane lifts my arms throws my spirit in the pouring rain.
Should I start runnin'? I must be running out of time. What am I doing on this Louisiana Saturday night?

Can I get a cigarette? Fuma fuma pass it over I get ain't got a lighter what I do I use the stove stova. Take another shower wipe it over rover chauffeur coming in a half an hour. Said I,

Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 More Than Local
  • 2 The Day That I Die
  • 3 Louisiana Saturday Night
  • 4 Humble Hand
  • 5 Glory Glory
  • 6 No More Pills
  • 7 Interlude
  • 8 Heaven Never Seemed So Small
  • 9 Cajun Crawfish Boil
  • 10 Where My Ass Is
  • 11 Where the Heart Is
  • 12 To Your Door
  • 13 I Don't Mind
  • 14 Never Go Away
  • 15 Sleep Sweetly
  • credits


    album: Track 4 in album More Than Local
    release date: 2002-6-11
    popularity : 37 users have visited this page.
    length: 3:41

    Album Information

    country(area): United States
    format: CD
    script: Latin