The Getting By

It's just small town feeling

My kids right

Truck out west and be gone all day

And they the mountains are just in our backyard

When I get up she swears that she don't hear it

Says that I'm as quiet as a mouse

I comb my hair and throw some water on my face

Back out of the stillness of our house

Lately my patience is in short supply

Nothing good seems to ever come from all this work

No matter how hard I try

You know I believe in the sun I ain't no backslider

But my people were told they'd prosper in this land

Still I know some who've never seen the ocean

Except one foot on a velvet bed of sand

But they've got their treasure laying way up high

Where there might be many mansions

But when I look up all I see is sky

Maybe it's the getting by that gets right underneath it

It swallow up your every step boy if it could

Maybe it's the stuff it takes to get up in the morning

And put another

Day in the sun that holds you till the getting's good

Green ribbon front doors dishwater days

This whole town is tied to the torso

Of god's mysterious ways

Maybe it's the getting by

That gets right underneath you

And swallow up your every step boy if you could

But maybe it's the stuff it takes

To get up in the morning and put another

Day in some that keeps you standing where you should

So put another day in some

And hold on till the getting

Fight my death