Lyrics

Track dirt in the house, like it's a bad habit 6 days a week, if we're keeping the sabbath When we ain't in a pew, there's a good reason God don't mind when it's harvest season One farm house and a whole lot of acres Take a lotta love with a side of free labor We raise 'em up quick, they earn their keep Damn kids gotta learn that we all gotta eat Can't take credit when you know where it's due If you really wanna know what's gettin' us through It's prayin' for rain and God's good graces That His sun shine down on our faces Thе devil make his dollar with them idlе hands So we keep 'em busy workin', don't give him a chance This side of heaven, the only way we make it Is prayin' for rain and God's good graces Sex used to sell, now it's just bad news Don't wind me up on the doom and gloom I know I got it better than I deserve I got a front porch seat to the good lord's work Kids in the yard, wife in my bed And hands to fold when I lay my head Just prayin' for rain and God's good graces That His sun shine down on our faces The devil make his dollar with them idle hands So we keep 'em busy workin', don't give him a chance This side of heaven, the only way we make it Is prayin' for rain and God's good graces Now when a storm rolls through, it just means The man upstairs payin' mind to me Just prayin' for rain and God's good graces That His sun shine down on our faces The devil make his dollar with them idle hands So we keep 'em busy workin', don't give him a chance This side of heaven, the only way we make it Is prayin' for rain and God's good graces Yeah this side of heaven, the only way we make it Is prayin' for rain and God's good graces