Eric Church - Clap Hands Lyrics

      

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