Grace – Lyrics

Say your grace, child, find your place
You’re gonna hold your head up high
I’ve got the weight of this shovel and spade
And this god-given earth on my side
This rusted out rattle still brings in the cattle
And I’m gonna hold my head up high

I’m gonna hold my head up
I’m gonna hold my head up
I’m gonna hold my head up high

Break that bread, child, and be well-fed
You’re gonna watch that sweet dough rise
I work the land with these two heavy hands
And send the stalks on swaying to the sky
These dust bowls and batter are just molds for matter
And I’m gonna watch that sweet dough rise

I’m gonna watch that sweet dough
I’m gonna watch that sweet dough
I’m gonna watch that sweet dough rise

The ground where I dug my heels
Is now your road to take
You’ve got more courage than the crows
You’ve got more moves to make

Share your wealth, child, and prove yourself
You’re gonna let in all that light
If there’s one thing that I know, it’s that fields and hearts won’t grow
When the swinging gate is locked up tight
Some might stutter and scatter when the shutters all shatter
But I’m gonna let in all that light

I’m gonna let in all that
I’m gonna let in all that
I’m gonna let in all that light