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Anne Wilson - Rebel Album Lyrics



Anne Wilson - Rebel Lyrics






REBEL

Who talks to a man that they can't see?
Who finds power in an old book they read?
In a world full of doubt, who still believes?
Who talks to a man that they can't see?

Call me crazy, call me a fool
I ain't scared cuz I know the truth
Ain't gonna run, ain't gonna hide
Ain't gonna change my mind

When the crowd goes one way, I go the other
When the battle rages I won't back down
The gates of hell are gonna shake and tremble
In the name of Jesus gonna stand my ground
If a rebel's what it takes
A rebel's what I'll be
Cause the one I follow
Was a rebel like me

Rebel rebel
Rebel rebel

Got a long line of rebels in the family tree
The ones who weren't afraid to make history
David to Goliath, Daniel to the lion
Moses pushing back the sea
Got a long line of rebels in the family tree

When the crowd goes one way, I go the other
When the battle rages I won't back down
The gates of hell are gonna shake and tremble
In the name of Jesus gonna stand my ground
If a rebel's what it takes
A rebel's what I'll be
Cause the one I follow
Was a rebel like me

Rebel rebel
A rebel like me
Rebel rebel
A rebel like me

Who takes His own cross up a hill
Who loves a sinner nobody else will
Who changed the world when His blood was spilled
Who takes His own cross up a hill

They called Him crazy, called Him a fool
But He's the way, the life, the truth
Ain't gonna run, ain't gonna hide
Ain't gonna change my mind

When the crowd goes one way, I go the other
When the battle rages I won't back down
The gates of hell are gonna shake and tremble
In the name of Jesus gonna stand my ground
If a rebel's what it takes
A rebel's what I'll be
Cause the one I follow
Was a rebel like me

Rebel rebel
A rebel like me
Rebel rebel
Cause the one I follow
Was a rebel like me
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Writer: Anne Wilson, Jeff Pardo, Matthew West
Copyright: Lyrics © ESSENTIAL MUSIC PUBLISHING, Capitol CMG Publishing




Rain in the Rearview

Tell me how much hurt can a heart take?
Tell me how much wind till the walls cave?
You can just stay right there in the pain
Or listen to the voice that you hear when you pray
Tell me, how much hurt can a heart take before it breaks?

When the storm rolls in and the sky won't quit crying
And you've lost more tears than you thought you could ever lose
Oh, I swear somewhere out there
The sun is somewhere shining
So drive, baby, drive, baby, drive till it shines on you
And leave the rain in the rearview

I got ten and two on a two tone, two lanes of freedom
Singing Jesus Take the Wheel, now I know what she was feelin
Oh, 'cause I feel it too

When the storm rolls in and the sky won't quit crying
And you've lost more tears than you thought you could ever lose
Oh, I swear somewhere out there
The sun is somewhere shining
So drive, baby, drive, baby, drive till it shines on you
And leave the rain in the rearview
Leave the rain in the rearview

Leave the rain, leave the rain in the rearview
Leave the rain, leave the rain in the rearview
Don't stop till your eyes see the clear blue
Drive, baby, drive (just drive)

Leave the rain, leave the rain in the rearview
Leave the rain, leave the rain in the rearview (oh, in the rearview)
Don't stop till your eyes see the clear blue
Drive, baby, drive

When the storm rolls in and the sky won't quit crying
And you've lost more tears than you thought you could ever lose
Oh, I swear somewhere out there
The sun is somewhere shining
So drive, baby, drive, baby, drive till it shines on you
And leave the rain in the rearview
And leave the rain in the rearview
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Writer: Anne Wilson, Jaren Johnston, Matthew West, Zachary Kale
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Strong

Strong, try to make 'em all think I'm strong
Yeah the face I keep putting on says I ain't tired
But these tear stained eyes ain't lying
'Cause hard, nobody told me life could be so hard
A weary soul with a worn out heart that's barely beating
But every time I get that feeling

I hit my knees with my hands held high
Saying dear Lord Jesus you know
I can't do this on my own
I can't do this on my own
Lord knows I've tried but I'm good at falling down
Thank God you're good at picking me up off the ground
The world's gonna try to break me
But I know the one who makes me
Strong

Strong, like my daddy always told me so
There's a place you can always go when you got nothing
And then he handed me the one thing
That's strong, doesn't matter how old it gets
There's power in the words in red in this old bible
And when I'm desperate for revival

I hit my knees with my hands held high
Saying dear Lord Jesus you know
I can't do this on my own
I can't do this on my own
Lord knows I've tried but I'm good at falling down
Thank God you're good at picking me up off the ground
The world's gonna try to break me
But I know the one who makes me
Strong
Strong

I'm strong when I got nothing
I'm strong even when I'm weak
'Cause the strong arms of my Savior
Are holding on to me

I hit my knees with my hands held high
Saying dear Lord Jesus you know
I can't do this on my own
I can't do this on my own
Lord knows I've tried but I'm good at falling down
Thank God you're good at picking me up off the ground
The world's gonna try to break me
But I know the one who makes me
Strong
Strong
But I know the one who makes me
Strong
The world's gonna try to break me
But I know the one who makes me
Strong
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Writer: Jeff Pardo, Matthew West, Anne Wilson
Copyright: Lyrics © ESSENTIAL MUSIC PUBLISHING




God & Country

I've seen a bad man change his ways
Seen a woman get some healing on her dying day
Had no money in my pocket
Found a hundred in my wallet
Just in time for me to get the bills paid

Some things you can't explain
Even though they happen every day

Don't say it ain't a God thing
Don't say it ain't a miracle
It's so obvious when He does His stuff
It's not anyone else but Him
When you see a life change
It's something supernatural
Anytime a sinner becomes a saint
Yeah, it's a God thing

I hate drawing that short straw, it don't feel fair
And I get to wondering if He is even there
But then He does something that I never saw coming
Kinda funny how we think it's so rare

Some things you can't explain
Even though they happen every day

Don't say it ain't a God thing
Don't say it ain't a miracle
It's so obvious when He does His stuff
It's not anyone else but Him
When you see a life change
It's something supernatural
Anytime a sinner becomes a saint
Yeah, it's a God thing (oh yeah)

Yeah, it's a God thing

Cloud by day, fire by night
He's been showing up all my life
Brand new mercies every sunrise
Too many miracles to deny

Don't say it ain't a God thing
Don't say it ain't a miracle
It's so obvious when He does His stuff
It's not anyone else but Him
When you see a life change
It's something supernatural (supernatural)
Anytime a sinner becomes a saint
Yeah, it's a God thing

Cloud by day, fire by night
He's been showing up all my life
Brand new mercies every sunrise
Yeah, it's a God thing

It's a God thing
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Writer: Anne Wilson, Ben Glover, Jeff Sojka
Copyright: Lyrics © Capitol CMG Publishing




Praying Woman

[ Featuring Lainey Wilson ]

Before that rooster's crowing
She's kitchen-table sitting
Underlining the gospel
And black-coffee sipping
When that sun gets to sinking
The whole house is resting
And she's thanking God
For those fast-asleep blessings

Might look like she ain't doing much
But she's moving mountains because

That's the power
The power of two folded hands
Bowed head, bended knees
When she whispers dear Jesus
Heaven can hear it
And that devil gets back to Hell running
That's the power
The power of a praying woman
Oh, a praying woman

She puts on a T-shirt
Red lipstick, blue jeans
But she's wearing armor
That nobody sees
Every word she sent up
Came answered back down
And I'm living proof
'Cause this lost girl got found

That's the power
The power of two folded hands
Bowed head, bended knees
When she whispers dear Jesus
Heaven can hear it
And that devil gets back to Hell running
That's the power
The power of a praying woman

When a storm gets to brewing
And the war is a raging
Only one way through it
You keep on praying
Find truth in the trouble
Rise up from the rubble
When push comes to shoving
You keep on praying, woman
Praying woman

That's the power
The power of two folded hands
Bowed head, bended knees
When she whispers dear Jesus
Heaven can hear it
And that devil gets back to Hell running
That's the power
The power of a praying woman
Of a praying woman
Of a praying woman
Oh, the power
Oh, the power of a praying woman
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Writer: Anne Wilson, Jeff Pardo, Lainey Wilson, Matthew West, Trannie Anderson
Copyright: Lyrics © ESSENTIAL MUSIC PUBLISHING, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Capitol CMG Publishing




Songs About Whiskey

Turned the radio on my drive today
Heard a whole lot of songs 'bout a whole bunch of things
I knew all the words but I couldn't relate
'Cause my three chords and the truth is

I ain't no preacher and I ain't no judge
My straight and narrow's been a little bit rough
Ain't trying to Bible belt kill the buzz
'Cause God loves country music

I've heard songs about Jack Daniels
Songs about Jim Beam
Heard songs about one-night regrets
Neon and nicotine

I guess I'm just kinda fixed on
The only thing that's ever fixed me
That's why I sing songs about Jesus
Instead of singing songs about whiskey

Like when Johnny Cash met Billy Graham
Went from raising hell to raising hands
That back pew brought me on back again
Praise God I saw the light

Now my last call is when he calls me home
My dead-end street is now a street of gold
They say sing about the things you know
And Heaven knows that's why

I've heard songs about Jack Daniels
Songs about Jim Beam
Heard songs about one-night regrets
Neon and nicotine

I guess I'm just kinda fixed on
The only thing that's ever fixed me
That's why I sing songs about Jesus
Instead of singing songs about whiskey

I've heard songs about Jack Daniels
Songs about Jim Beam
They'll fill your cup but won't fill you up
They ain't why I sing

I guess I'm just kinda fixed on
The only thing that's ever fixed me
That's why I sing songs about Jesus
Instead of singing songs about whiskey

Oh-oh-oh, ooh
That's why I sing songs about Jesus
Instead of singing songs about whiskey
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




Sinners Prayer

Dear Jesus
It's been a minute since I called, guess You already know the reasons
I've got a list a mile long of gone-wrongs going off the deep end
I've been slipping up sideways
Running off the rails like a runaway freight train
All I know is my way has left me crying in the driveway

I can't do this on my own, God knows how much I've tried
I'm on my knees, just hoping these words make it past the sky
Do You hear me, do You know me?
Can broken still be holy?
I'm trying to get a message to the man upstairs
Every saint started with a sinner's prayer
Every saint started with a sinner's prayer

I'm sorry
Two words You ain't heard that much out of me these days
You forgive and I forget how beautiful it is, us talking like this
Talking like this
Oh, I miss us talking like this

I can't do this on my own, God knows how much I've tried
I'm on my knees, just hoping these words make it past the sky
Do You hear me, do You know me?
Can broken still be holy?
I'm trying to get a message to the man upstairs
Every saint started with a sinner's prayer

I can't do this on my own, God knows how much I've tried
I'm on my knees, just hoping these words make it past the sky
Do You hear me, do You know me?
Can broken still be holy?
I'm trying to get a message to the man upstairs
Every saint started with a sinner's prayer
Every saint started with a sinner's prayer

Dear Jesus
I'm glad You haven't left and I didn't waste my breath
I know that You know I meant every word single I said
Amen
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




The Cross

You've been trying hard to bear
The weight of all your shame
And if there's a God up there
You're sure He forgot your name
When your steps are getting heavy
And hope looks all but lost
Just bring it all to the cross

Who told you grace can't reach
The messed up ones like you?
Has the devil made you believe
The lies he tells are true?
When you're sure that you're the one
Who's wandered too far off
It's not too late
Just come home to the cross

Come and see a Savior's love
That would die to make you new
Nothing you have ever done
Can change what mercy's done for you
And if you ever wonder
If you're worth so great a cost
Look up and see the cross

Everybody's got a list
At least a mile long
Of every scar and every sin
From everywhere that we've gone wrong
But there's reason for rejoicing
And the reason is because
That list was nailed to the cross

Come and see a Savior's love
That would die to make you new
Nothing you have ever done
Can change what mercy's done for you
What mercy's done
And if you ever wonder
If you're worth so great a cost
Look up and see the cross

Oh, the cross

He was wounded for your wounds
Pierced for all your sin
By His stripes you are healed
Died so you could rise again
He let the blood and water flow
And did it all to let you know
You're the reason that He went to the cross
Oh, He's calling you to run home to the cross
To the cross

Come and see a Savior's love
Come and see
That would die to make you new
Oh, He's made us new
Nothing you have ever done
Can change what mercy's done for you
See what mercy's done
And if you ever wonder
If you're worth so great a cost
Look up and see the cross
Oh, look up and see
Look up and see the cross
He died for you and me
Look up and see the cross
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Writer: Jonathan Smith, Matthew West, Anne Wilson, Jeff Pardo
Copyright: Lyrics © ESSENTIAL MUSIC PUBLISHING, Capitol CMG Publishing




My Fathers Daughter

10 foot tall and bulletproof
Always looking up to you
I can see me, four years old, up on your shoulders
The sound of gravel meant home from work
Calloused hands, flannel shirt
Kiss goodnight and bedtime prayers when the day was over

I've got your eyes, I've got your heart
I've got your arms holding me
I've got a place to land when I just can't make sense of anything
This woman I'm becoming, the world might put some labels on her
But no matter where I go, I'll always be
My father's daughter
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Now I'm out here on my own
But I'm still "Princess" in your phone
You've stayed the same while my whole life's been changing
Been through heaven, been through hell
Through it all, you loved me well
Ain't no doubt that you and God are how I made it

I've got your eyes, I've got your heart
I've got your arms holding me
I've got a place to land when I just can't make sense of anything
This woman I'm becoming, the world might put some labels on her
But no matter where I go, I'll always be
My father's daughter
Oh, oh

Sunday morning, third-row pew
Takes me back to watching you
Raise your hands and sing about the living water
Swear you almost came apart
When I asked Jesus in my heart
Said, "Annie, don't forget you are your Father's daughter."

This woman I'm becoming, the world might put some labels on her
But no matter where I go, I'll always be
My father's daughter
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Writer: Anne Wilson, Emily Weisband, Jeff Pardo, Matthew West
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Red Flag

Don't sell yourself short, girl
He's gotta love you, but he's gotta love Jesus
Just a little more, girl
It's worth waiting for, girl

Where'd he come from?
Is he big-city pretty or sweating for a dollar 'til the day is done?
Is hard work what he runs from?

At the end of the day, my mama said
"Some flags are green and some flags are red."

He's a "no go" if he don't go to church
Better slow down if he ain't down to Earth
If he don't go hunting and don't go fishing
You might as well throw him back
If he don't R-E-S-P-E-C-T
The stars and the stripes in the land of the free
Better run away fast 'cause a boy like that
Is a walking, talking, waving red flag
Red flag
Oh, he's red flag
A red flag

Does it make sense, girl?
Do you see him jumping off a fence
And buying you a white-picket-fence world
Or just got you for rent, girl?

He's a "no go" if he don't go to church
Better slow down if he ain't down to Earth
If he don't go hunting and don't go fishing
You might as well throw him back
If he don't R-E-S-P-E-C-T
The stars and the stripes in the land of the free
Better run away fast 'cause a boy like that
Is a walking, talking, waving red flag
A red flag
Oh, he's red flag
No, he's a red flag

Some red flags don't know the golden rule
Some red flags don't own a pair of boots

He's a "no go" if he don't go to church
Better slow down if he ain't down to Earth
If he don't go hunting and don't go fishing
You might as well throw him back
If he don't R-E-S-P-E-C-T
The stars and the stripes in the land of the free
Better run away fast 'cause a boy like that
Is a walking, talking, waving red flag

Red flag
Sail away from a
Red flag
Mama warned ya
Red flag
Oh, he's a-
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Writer: Jonathan Smith, Anne Wilson, Casey Beathard
Copyright: Lyrics © Capitol CMG Publishing




Country Gold

Some people just fly over small towns just like this
The middle of some nowhere, to them that's all it is
From up there lookin' down but they don't know we found
Country gold

See, this is where my grandad got down on one knee
Promised her forever with a dime store diamond ring
He pledged his heart and soul fifty years ago
With country gold, oh-oh

It's a little house on a little land
A little built it with your own two hands
Little pride in a hard week's work
Little supper after Sunday church
To most it might not look like much
But I put roots down here because
The richest people that I've ever known
Struck country gold

Guess the slower that you're livin', the less you tend to miss
'Cause when you find what happy isn't, you find what happy is
Doing life with who you love
Hearing laughter filling up

A little house on a little land
A little built it with your own two hands
Little pride in a hard week's work
Little supper after Sunday church
To most it might not look like much
But I put roots down here because
The richest people that I've ever known

Struck country gold like the wheat fields underneath a summer sky
Country gold like the records playing on a Friday night
Country gold might look like nothing more than dirt and gravel roads
But if you know
Then you know

It's a little house on a little land
Little built it with your own two hands
Little pride in a hard week's work
Little supper after Sunday church (little supper after Sunday church)
To most it might not look like much
But I put roots down here because (roots down here because)
The richest people that I've ever known
Are made of work and dirt and flesh and blood and soul
Country gold
Country gold
Country gold
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Writer: Anne Wilson, Jeff Pardo, Matthew West
Copyright: Lyrics © Capitol CMG Publishing




Southern Gospel

We got double wides and single mamas
Back-pew gossip and beauty-shop drama
Groceries at the Dollar Tree
Two buck, truck stop Orange Crush ICEE

Saints and sinners
Swimming in above-ground pools
Losers and winners
Following the golden rules

It's inside voices and outside dogs
Bless your heart, y'all get along
Mind your biscuits, pass the gravy
Watch your mouth and watch those babies
Pyrex potlucks in the barn
F1s broke down in the yard
Red dirt, red words, redneck role models
All baptized by the southern gospel
The southern gospel

Here's the church, here's the steeple
Inside you'll find all of my people
Sunday-school teacher, the parking-lot smoker
The six-weeks pregnant and the six-weeks sober

Sisters and brothers
Stealing each other's cables
Breaking bread and butter
Folded hands at a fold-out table

It's inside voices and outside dogs
Bless your heart, y'all get along
Mind your biscuits, pass the gravy
Watch your mouth and watch those babies
Pyrex potlucks in the barn
F1s broke down in the yard
Red dirt, red words, redneck role models
All baptized by the southern gospel
All baptized by the southern gospel

Hey
Can I get an amen?
Amen
Can I get "Hey, howdy"?
Hey, howdy
Can I hear a hallelujah?
Hallelujah
Can we get a little rowdy?
Hey

It's inside voices and outside dogs
Outside dogs
Bless your heart, y'all get along
Get along
Mind your biscuits, pass the gravy
Watch your mouth and watch those babies
Pyrex potlucks in the barn
F1s broke down in the yard
Red dirt, red words, redneck role models
All baptized by the southern gospel

Amen
Can I get "Hey, howdy"?
Hey, howdy
Can I hear a hallelujah?
Hallelujah
All baptized by the southern gospel
The southern gospel
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Writer: Lauren Hungate, Matthew West, Anne Wilson, Jeff Pardo
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Capitol CMG Publishing




Dirt Roads In Heaven

Gonna need a place to roll down all the windows
Somewhere to sing along with my radio
Out underneath the sun that don't stop setting
That's how I know there's dirt roads in Heaven
Gonna need a way to find them wildflowers
Let my old dog, Hank, run around
Somewhere to go to count up all my blessings
That's how I know there's dirt roads in Heaven

If Jesus loves me, this I know
They won't all be streets of gold
If I get there and they got one
I'ma put my Chevy on one
Tell you the first thing I'm gonna do
I'll be riding shotgun next to you

Like the one that rolls out right up to my front door
Takes me back, no matter how long I've been gone
After all, home's where we're all heading
That's how I know there's dirt roads in Heaven

If Jesus loves me, this I know
They won't all be streets of gold
If I get there and they got one
I'ma put my Chevy on one
Tell you the first thing I'm gonna do
I'll be riding shotgun next to you

Don't know why you had to go before me
But I'm holding on to I'll see you again
In the meantime, turn our song up to eleven
'Til I meet you on that dirt road in Heaven
God, I hope there's dirt roads in Heaven

If Jesus loves me, this I know
They won't all be streets of gold
If I get there and they got one
I'ma put my Chevy on one
Tell you the first thing I'm gonna do
Oh, I'll be riding shotgun next to you
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




3:16

Some say they're nothing but numbers
Next to words that don't mean anything
Oh, but I found the truth and a friend like no other
The moment I read 3:16
Some say it's old-time religion
For the led-astray fools who believe
Oh, but I found the hope that my lost soul was missing
The moment I read 3:16

For God so loved, how can it be
That He sent His son to die for me?
My shame is gone, my sin washed clean
And I owe it all to 3:16

Some say you have to be perfect
'Cause nothing in this life is free
Oh, but I found a grace I know I don't deserve
The moment I read 3:16

For God so loved, how can it be
That He sent His son to die for me?
My shame is gone, my sin washed clean
And I owe it all to 3:16
3:16

So lay down your burdens, you're broken
Lift up your eyes and see
A Savior with arms stretched wide open
On a cross meant for you and for me
Oh, thank God for 3:16

For God so loved, how can it be
That He sent His son to die for me?
My shame is gone, my sin washed clean
And I owe it all to 3:16
And I owe it all to 3:16
Oh, thank God for 3:16
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




Milestones

You got the dream girl, you don't get bad days
You gotta sing, don't matter it's your bro's birthday
Don't remember that 30-minute set that played
Mother's Day missing Mama's kitchenette
Checking 'no' on another invitation
Best friend's wedding and a college graduation
For a few fans at a few state fairs
It's an answered prayer

'Cause they say I made it
That's my song they're playing
They'll throw you in, say sink or swim, see how far you go
She's a real go-getter
Got that first gold record
Time it flies just like that running river rolls
But this four-wheel spinning
Dream I'm living got me feeling like I'm skipping milestones

I wanna say I do, and have a family
A lot more than I wanna win a Grammy
Don't get me wrong, I love it, I'm grateful
I just miss having dinner at a table
I got a plate full

They say I made it
That's my song they're playing
They'll throw you in, say sink or swim, see how far you go
She's a real go-getter
Got that first gold record
Time it flies just like that running river rolls
But this four-wheel spinning
Dream I'm living got me feeling like I'm skipping milestones

Skipping sermons from a home church pew
And what twenty-something usually do
You'll burn bright, but you might burn out
I'm learning fast to slow it down

They say I made it
My song they're playing
They'll throw you in, say sink or swim, see how far you go
She's a real go-getter
Got that first gold record
Time it flies just like that running river rolls
But this four-wheel spinning
Dream I'm living got me feeling like I'm skipping milestones
Oh, skipping milestones
Milestones
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Writer: Anne Wilson, Lauren Hungate, Nicolle Galyon
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Capitol CMG Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Out Of The Bluegrass

I know Knox County probably don't look like much
Through the cracked windshield, cross hanging over the dash
But you'd love it too if you grew up
Picking flowers right out of the bluegrass

And highway 25 got some bumps in the road
And that Jeep in the drive sure guzzles the gas
But I turned that key, packed up my heart and my soul
And I drove it right out of the bluegrass

Some call it lucky, some call it Kentucky
Here in God's country, we call it God's plan
I'll keep strumming, long as songs keep coming
But none of it's nothing I'll understand
How He held the world, helped this girl grow a future out of the past
And He did it right out, out of the bluegrass

Turns out I ain't my biggest believer
So you won't hear me take much of the credit
Didn't even think I was much of a singer
Hand on the Bible, I went and read it
He wrote the story I won't forget it

Some call it lucky, some call it Kentucky
Here in God's country, we call it God's plan
I'll keep strumming, long as songs keep coming
But none of it's nothing I'll understand
How He held the world, helped this girl grow a future out of the past
And He did it right out, out of the bluegrass

Under that southern sun
No matter where I go, I won't forget where I come from

Some call it lucky, some call it Kentucky
Here in God's country, we call it God's plan
I'll keep strumming, long as songs keep coming
But none of it's nothing I'll understand
Yea, He set me free in fields of green, don't know how He did all that
But He did it right out of the bluegrass
Oh, bluegrass
Oh-oh, right out of the bluegrass

Oh-oh
Oh-oh
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Writer: Anne Wilson, Emily Weisband, Nicolle Galyon
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Capitol CMG Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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Released: April 19th, 2024
Year: 2024

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