Lyrics

Well I cut my hand, and the blood came pouring down
Well I cut my hand, and the blood came pouring down
Wrapped it up and drove away to see the doctor back in town

Took me back and put stitches in my skin
Took me back and put stitches in my skin
Swear to God above, I'll never use the wrong tool again

I use this hand to feed my face
I use this hand to play guitar
I use this hand to hold my baby close
Never been without thand before

Will I ever play this guitar again?
Will I ever play this guitar again?
If I can't play, it'd be like losin' my best friend

Doctor said come back in a week and a day
Doctor said come back in a week and a day
Until then Jack, slide is all you can play

When I got home my wound began to sting
When I got home, my wound began to sting
So I called my friend Jack Daniels, Now I don't feel a thing