Out Of The Bluegrass

I know Knox County probably don't look like much

Through the cracked windshield, cross hanging over the dash

But you'd love it too if you grew up

Picking flowers right out of the bluegrass

And highway 25 got some bumps in the road

And that Jeep in the drive sure guzzles the gas

But I turned that key, packed up my heart and my soul

And I drove it right out of the bluegrass

Some call it lucky, some call it Kentucky

Here in God's country, we call it God's plan

I'll keep strumming, long as songs keep coming

But none of it's nothing I'll understand

How He held the world, helped this girl grow a future out of the past

And He did it right out, out of the bluegrass

Turns out I ain't my biggest believer

So you won't hear me take much of the credit

Didn't even think I was much of a singer

Hand on the Bible, I went and read it

He wrote the story, I won't forget it

Some call it lucky, some call it Kentucky

Here in God's country, we call it God's plan

I'll keep strumming, long as songs keep coming

But none of it's nothing I'll understand

How He held the world, helped this girl grow a future out of the past

And He did it right out, out of the bluegrass

Under that southern sun

No matter where I go, I won't forget where I come from

Some call it lucky, some call it Kentucky

Here in God's country, we call it God's plan

I'll keep strumming, long as songs keep coming

But none of it's nothing I'll understand

Yeah, He set me free in fields of green, don't know how He did all that

But He did it right out of the bluegrass

Oh, bluegrass

Oh-oh, right out of the bluegrass

Oh-oh

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