Eric Church - Clap Hands Lyrics
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Clap Hands Lyrics by Eric Church
Clap Hands
by Eric Church
Verse 1
Sane, sane, they’re all insane
Fine is blind, the conductor is lame
Sits in that leather jacket with a sad look dane
Hanging out the window
With a bottle full for her name
Chorus
Clap hands, clap your hands
Clap hands
Verse 2
Roll roll the thunder and the rain
Some bitches never comin’ back here no more
Dude in the window with a bird on a pole
Always finding a man that’ll shovel off your coal
Chorus
Clap hands, clap hands
Clap your hands, clap hands
Verse 3
I said steam, steam
A hundred bad dreams
Goin’ up to harlem with a pistol in his jeans
Fifty dollar bill inside a paladin’s head
Ain’t nobody sure where mr. liquor body’s at
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