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blessed


I get kissed by the sun
Each morning
Put my feet on a hardwood floor
I get to hear my children laughing
Down the hall through the
Bedroom door
Sometimes i sit on my
Front porch swing
Just soaking up the day
I think to myself, i think to myself
This world is a beautiful place

I have been blessed
And i feel like i've found my way
I thank god for all i've been given

At the end of every day
I have been blessed
With so much more than i deserve
To be here with the ones
That love me
To love them so much it hurts
I have been blessed

Across a crowded room,
I know you know what i'm thinking
By the way i look at you
And when we're lying in the quiet and
No words have to be said
I think to myself, i think to myself
This love is a beautiful gift

Repeat chorus

When i'm singing my kids to sleep
When i feel you holding me
I know

Repeat chorus

She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holdin' back
Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with linen and lace

The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of sate
When morning comes it'll be too late

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

lock up your husbands
Lock up your sons
Lock up your whiskey cabinets
Girls lock up your guns
Lock up the beauty shop
No telling if they've heard the news
Call the boys downtown at neiman marcus
Tell 'em lock up them high-heeled shoes

When god fearin' women get the blues
There ain't no slap dab atellin' what they're gonna do
Run around yellin' "i gotta mustang
It'll do eighty
You don't have to be my baby
I've stirred my last batch of gravy
You don't have to be my baby"

Call all the deacons
Call the ladies' aid
Call all the altos, sopranos, tenors, call every bass
Well, call all the pentecostals
And bring that anointing oil too
Well call the preacher
He's the only one can reach her
And there ain't no time to lose

When god fearin' women get the blues
There ain't no slap dab atellin' what they're gonna do
Run around yellin' "i gotta mustang
It'll do eighty
You don't have to be my baby
I've stirred my last batch of gravy
You don't have to be my baby"

She's on all our prayer lists
She's on all our hearts
As for the easter cantata
We don't know who'll sing her part.

When god fearin' women get the blues
There ain't no slap dab atellin' what they're gonna do
Run around yellin' "i gotta mustang
It'll do eighty
You don't have to be my baby
I've stirred my last batch of gravy
You don't have to be my baby"