I saw the Lord when I was flat on my back
Three 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 'cause 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
Seventeen running 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
