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I saw the lord when I was flat on my back
3 days dead on another relapse
Like a teenage Lazarus, rolling somewhere out in Montana

Daddy was a drunk, his momma was a drunk
Things got worse when they found the harder stuff
Eighth grade running down to Safeway
Buy a couple snack trays for a wake, the cancer came quick

Oh my my how can it be, his grace done come and covered me

Traded my shoes for a tank of gas
Pawned everything for powder and a little bit of glass
17 driving to a trap house just to get a fix

Got shook up, and beat up
Nowhere to put my feet up
Somebody told me somewhere that I sound a lot like Reba
In the back of a bar singing fancy don't let me down

Oh my my how can it be, his grace done come and covered me



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