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A/D
5211
Em7
2
D/F♯
1243
Gadd9
213
A7
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G
324
E7sus4
23
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My folks they were always the first family to arrive

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With seven people jammed into a car that seated five

 There was one bathroom to bathe and shave in, six of us stood in line

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And hot water for only three but we all did just fine

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Talk about your miracles, talk about your faith

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My dad he could make things grow out of Indiana clay

Mom could make a gourmet meal out of just cornbread and beans

 And they worked to give faith hands and feet

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And somehow gave it wings

I can still hear my dad cussin', he's working late out in the barn

The spring planting's a coming and the tractors just won't run

Mom she's done the laundry, I can see it waving on the line

Now they've stayed together through the pain, the strain of those times

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And now they've raised five children, one winter they lost a son

 But the pain didn't leave them crippled

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And the scars have made them strong

Never picture perfect, just a plain man and his wife

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Who somehow knew the value of hard work, good love, and real life

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