I've been hurt by you I've been left by you I've been loved by you Your tenderest hands Your tenderest hands What more could I do Than break my arm and lie for you Swallow every word you spoke Til I believed they were my own Til I believed they were my own And is this what makes you a man? To take me in and let me stand Then cut me down so you can hunt You're just a preacher with a gun You're just a preacher with a gun And I've been hurt by you And I've been left by you And I've been loved by you Your tenderest hands Your tenderest hands Your tenderest hands Your tenderest hands (Is this what makes you a man?) Your tenderest hands