He don't ask for money
He don't ask for fame
But he'll hit his knees and talk to God
'Bout a need for a little rain
To fall on them fresh sown seeds
And grow 'em high up in the air
That's a farm life red, white, and blue collar prayer
She works for tips and grins
At the diner on Dowdy Road
And if you look close under her loose clothes
Little junior's starting to show
She prays that when he comes along, he's healthy and strong
And learns to dodge the devil's snare
That's her bedtime red, white, and blue collar prayer
Might not see them every Sunday
In that little white clapboard church
'Cause she'll be serving biscuits and honey
He'll be in overalls and tractor dirt
But I bet my last dime they'll both take the time
To talk to the man upstairs
For a real life red, white, and blue collar prayer
She'd give you her last smile
And a "bless your heart" to boot
He'd give the shirt right off his busted back
To a drifter passing through
They pray for peace overseas and those in harm's way
To make it home safe from over there
That's a damn right, stars and stripes
Red, white, and blue collar prayer
Might not see them every Sunday
In that little white clapboard church
'Cause she'll be serving biscuits and honey
He'll be in overalls and tractor dirt
I bet my last dime they'll both take the time
To talk to the man upstairs
For a real life red, white, and blue collar prayer
Yeah, I bet my last dime they'll both take the time
To talk to the man upstairs
For a real life red, white, and blue collar prayer
Mm, blue collar prayer
