I Come From
Eggshell white
Paint in your hair
Dirt beneath your nails
Years on the back of your hands
Some things can wash clean
And some, will stick around
Blades of St. Augustine
Scattered across the driveway
It still feels like Sunday
When I hear a cajun band
Every chamber of my heart, bears the mark
Of what I come from
Sometimes our world falls apart
But I guess that's what it takes
To find the part that cannot break
Wooden table on a concrete slab
The fish were red and the crabs were blue
Every five gallon bucket
Carries a piece of you
Some things can wash clean
And some, will stick around
Spilt beer and a deck of cards
An old bed sheet for a tablecloth
Some of those days are lost
But most I still come across
Every chamber of my heart, bears the mark
Of what I come from
Sometimes our world falls apart
But I guess that's what it takes
To find the part that cannot break
I come from hard work
I come from never giving up
I come from you
I built cities from sidewalk chalk
Sailed the world in a cardboard boat
I hope I always dream that big
I put the whole damn kitchen
In every pot of cold mud soup
I hope I always put everything I got
Into what I do
Some things can wash clean
And some, will stick around
Every chamber of my heart, bears the mark
Of what I come from
Sometimes our world falls apart
But I guess that's what it takes
To find the part that cannot break
We cannot break
Paint in your hair
Dirt beneath your nails
Years on the back of your hands
Some things can wash clean
And some, will stick around
Blades of St. Augustine
Scattered across the driveway
It still feels like Sunday
When I hear a cajun band
Every chamber of my heart, bears the mark
Of what I come from
Sometimes our world falls apart
But I guess that's what it takes
To find the part that cannot break
Wooden table on a concrete slab
The fish were red and the crabs were blue
Every five gallon bucket
Carries a piece of you
Some things can wash clean
And some, will stick around
Spilt beer and a deck of cards
An old bed sheet for a tablecloth
Some of those days are lost
But most I still come across
Every chamber of my heart, bears the mark
Of what I come from
Sometimes our world falls apart
But I guess that's what it takes
To find the part that cannot break
I come from hard work
I come from never giving up
I come from you
I built cities from sidewalk chalk
Sailed the world in a cardboard boat
I hope I always dream that big
I put the whole damn kitchen
In every pot of cold mud soup
I hope I always put everything I got
Into what I do
Some things can wash clean
And some, will stick around
Every chamber of my heart, bears the mark
Of what I come from
Sometimes our world falls apart
But I guess that's what it takes
To find the part that cannot break
We cannot break
Credits
Writer(s): Peter Damore, Crystal Hariu-damore
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