Lyrics Real Good Hands - Gregory Porter

Mama don't you worry 'bout your daughter
'Cause you're leaving her in real good hands
I'm a real good man
And the picture of this love is slowly coming into view

Papa don't you fret and don't forget
That one day you was in my shoes
Somehow you paid your dues
Now you're the picture of a man that I someday wanna be

Oh, I know it's hard, watching the changes in our lives
But I want to make your daughter my wife

And whoa! Mama don't you worry bout your daughter
'Cause you're leaving her in real good hands
I'm a real good man
And the picture of this love is slowly coming into view

And papa, don't you fret and don't forget
That one day you was in my shoes
Somehow you pay your dues
Now you're the picture of the man that I someday wanna be

I know it's hard, watching the changes in our lives
But I want to make your daughter my wife

And whoa! Mama don't you worry bout your daughter
You're leaving her in real good hands
I'm a real good man
And the picture of this love is surely coming into view

And papa don't you fret and don't forget
That one day you was in my shoes
Look at you, you've paid your dues
You're the picture of the man that I hope to be

And the picture of this love is surely coming into view
And the picture of this man is slowly coming into view
And the picture of my life is coming into view
Oh, the picture of my wife is coming into view

Whoa, whoa, whoa
And I know exactly what I wanna do
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
And the picture of this love is coming into view