The Hand That Rocks the Cradle

[Verse] In the wee small hours of midnight When your man just won't come home With your legs spread on his bed howling at the moon When the hot blood in your body Is trying to flood your mind Let the hand that rocks the cradle lead your song Ain't no time to go get haunted Driving roads that you've been down Take some time and just remember All the nights you've done him wrong Don't you know that your man's country Is as strong as your man's home Let the hand that rocks the cradle lead your song Ain't no time left to be bitter There's a race here we've got to run To fight that fight ain't easy And only love can get it done There's a man who won't live for it He laid it down and called us one Let the hand that rocks the cradle lead your song [Outro] In the wee small hours of midnight...