Zachariah Smith Trophy Single Lyrics

"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