Far Away

Country Grace    by Edwin H. Balder
I was born where the wind don’t ask permission,
Where prayers rise with dust off the fields.
Where Grandpa swore by John Deere green,
And Mama’s faith stood firm as steel.
Daddy kept a Dale Earnhardt cap on the dash,
Said “Life ain’t won by easing back.”
Billy the Kid was more than a name,
He was proof ..that fire don’t fade with age.
Sundays meant Tammy Faye tears,
Wednesdays meant a few mid-week beers.
Andy Griffith played in black-and-white,
And I swore Mayberry felt just right.
Raised on grit, raised on grace,
Built my life on hand-me-down faith.
Held tight to what don’t shake,
This heart beats in countries embrace.
No bright lights, no fast talk,
Just a voice that won’t get lost.
Raised on faiith ... my down home place,
Never walking away from ..this ..country... grace...
Wild Bill Hickok rode through my dreams,
Quick on the draw, tough as he seemed.
John Wayne stared down the storm,
Taught me strength ain’t always worn.
Mama swore by Dr. Pepper and prayer,
Said "One keeps you moving, one keeps you there."
I never needed gold or fame,
Just country radio ...knew every name ....
Raised on grit, raised on grace,
Built my life on hand-me-down faith.
Held tight to what don’t shake,
This heart beats in countries embrace.
No bright lights, no fast talk,
Just a voice that won’t get lost.
Raised on faiith ... my down home place,
Never walking away from ..this ..country... grace...
Some folks trade land for silver skies,
Swap dirt roads for city ties.
But legends never ride that way,
They stand firm, they find their place.
I may roam, I may chase,
But country never ..leaves ...my........ veins....
Now I stand in flashing lights,
Singing truth, standing right.
No rhinestones, no sweet lies,
Just a story that never dies.
God’s country still calls me home,
Still runs deep inside my bones.
Raised on grit, raised on grace,
Built my life on hand-me-down faith.
Held tight to what don’t shake,
This heart beats in countries embrace.
No bright lights, no fast talk,
Just a voice that won’t get lost.
Raised on faiith ... my down home place,
Never walking away from ..this ..country... grace...
I was born where the wind don’t ask permission,
and prayers rise with dust off the fields......
pardon me now..... while I dig in my boot heels
Raised on faiith ... my down home place,
Never walking away from ..this ..country... grace...
 ..this ..country... grace...

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