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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