[Lyric] Saving Grace (Reagan Boggs)

It’s almost four in the morning
Grace knows without even looking
It’s such a habit now
From her sewing days at Buster Brown
She used to get up crank her truck
Eat a bite while it warmed up
No need to do that they closed the factory down
She shrugs on her old house coat
She’d love a smoke but gave it up years ago

Charlie’s mother was full-blooded Cherokee
Made the man half Indian and the rest just mean
Nose don’t sit quite right
From the losing end of too many fights
Turns the bottle up drinks what’s left
Sets it on the floor by the bed
Beer seemed colder back in the day before these damn throwaways
He’s sporting his Sunday best work pants
And a shirt with the name “Bill” on the chest

I know there’s alot on your plate
But God if you’re looking down on this place
Can you send an angel
Some kind saving grace
Who will be saving Grace
Single-wide sits on an old strip bench
They bought it new back in 76
A good breeze makes it feel
It’s gonna blow right over the hill
Raised two girls the old fashioned way
At 14 Kay gave birth one day
Ali was here in two more years
That girl just never learned
Rubs the curls on the baby’s head
Little face snuggles against a scar on her breast

Charlie grabs some juice and an empty glass
He’s been cold sober since the bi-pass
He finally got the news
His disability came through
Should be enough to makes ends meet
She won’t be all day on her feet with cleaning houses & other odd jobs

She’s taking the treatments rough
Know she’s tough
But this time it may not be enough

I know there’s alot on your plate
But God if you’re looking down on this place
Can you send an angel
Some kind saving grace
Who will be saving Grace