Way to Live

Well my grandfather's grandfather had hands made out of leather

And his arms were white as snow upon a hill

Through the dusty storms and thunder he worked the fields all summer

That were left him in his father's fathers will

Well he bore a son named Henry who bore a son named Henry

Who had four sons as different as can be

And as long as he was able he kept food upon the table

Enough to feed his four son's families

Will you go to church on Sunday, be in the field on Monday

Will you be sure not to take more than you give

Will you grow the things you need, reap the harvest, sow the seed

Will you show the next to come the way to live

And my grandmother's grandmother had faith unlike another

That she gave to her entire family

My grandmother fled the island when the Communists went violent

And set out on a life of being free

She worked hotels in Miami, DC, and New York City

And moved to Carolina for to stay

And her parents fled the island, moved in the house beside them

And thanked God for their family every day

Will you go to church on Sunday, be in the fields on Monday

Will you be sure not to take more than you give

Will you grow the things you need, reap the harvest, sow the seed

Will you show the next to come the way to live

If I ever am a father with a wife, a son, and daughter

Well I hope I'll be worthy of the name

There was so much blood and passion that was spent to make it happen

And I hope that I can carry on the flame

But I don't go to church on Sunday, I work 9-5 on Monday

And sometimes I take way more than I give

I don't grow the things I need, I have yet to sow the seed

I'm still looking for the way I'm supposed to live

I'm still looking for the way I'm supposed to live