"American Grace"
Her mama used to keep the dusty old needle
On gospel and country gold
But daddy used to be wild
Sold the motorcycle
But raised her on rock and roll
That brown leather Bible and Van Halen vinyl’s
The only traditions she holds
And she’ll sing out loud
When she’s lost and found
From a hymn book that everyone knows
And it goes like
Oh, oh, oh, oh
God blessed
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Let it play in every hometown the heartbeat pounds
With the sound of American grace
I’ll speak the sound of American grace
There’s a midwest kid with his headphones in
His heroes hanging up on the wall
His folks are fighting downstairs
But the guitar’s there
So he plays to get away from it all
Seventeen’s brutal and high school’s cruel
Girls are great until they don’t call
Tired of not fitting in
Starts a band with some friends
Born again, feeling ten feet tall
And he’s singing
Oh, oh, oh, oh
God blessed
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Let it play in every hometown the heartbeat pounds
With the sound of American grace
I’ll speak the sound of American grace
You can hear it any place
In a church, in a bar, on a stage
Like an anthem that we sing
Pass it down, hold it close, let it ring
Oh, oh, oh, oh
God blessed
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Let it play in every hometown the heartbeat pounds
With the sound of American grace
Oh, oh, oh, oh
God blessed
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Let it play in every hometown the heartbeat pounds
With the sound of American grace
I’ll speak the sound of American grace
