In your hand, I felt the passion of some special times
Wild promises of love, all night long
You had just what it takes to cha-ching my chimes
And you're eighteen, so, there was no reason that it's wrong

But In Your Daddy's Hands, was a Browning brand
A double barreled shotgun, ain't hard to understand..
For your love, I must stay and be a married man,
So, the reason I must go, is In Your Daddy's Hands..

In your arms, I felt the fire of a virgin love
As we swung out on the porch, a spell was cast
With one kiss, I'm sure I heard that bolt action shove
And Baby, I don't want to hear no shotgun blast..

Cause In Your Daddy's Hands, aimed at where I stand
A double barreled shotgun,..brown, as your body's tanned
To have your love, I must stay and be a married man
So, the reason I must go, is In Your Daddy's Hands..
....Yes, the reason I must go, is In Your Daddy's Hands...