(One, two, three, four, one, two...) ♪ He's an old hand at fixing cars and baling hay And there's nothing he can't do on that old farm He's tougher than leather for a man his age But he's 21 when she's lying in his arms She's an old hand at baking bread and washing clothes And rocking little babies to sleep But her calloused hands are softer than the morning rose And she always seems to know just what he needs When old hands hold hands With just a touch they understand Life and love and making plans 'Cause they're old hands Ladies and gentlemen, on guitar, would you please welcome Duncan Tombs And up the back on the Hammond organ, would you please welcome Mr Dave Anthony They've pulled a load together down a long, hard road And they both know that their journey will end But they won't be afraid when it's their time to go 'Cause chances are they'll just go hand in hand When old hands hold hands With just a touch they understand Life and love and making plans 'Cause they're old hands Life and love and making plans 'Cause they're old hands