O! Grace

She said I've been the stockyard's pony She said I've been the mountain engine's roll From Chicago to West Virginia I've been as lonesome as the world's first ghost As lonesome as the world's first ghost But out here, even the prairie doubts the horizon All I have to do is prove that I'm not pure Oh, the right words come, but I ain't talking The devil's mean but he's honest just as sure Oh, he is honest just as sure Oh Grace, if you stop believing That don't mean that it just goes away It's a long way between horizons And it gets farther every day Oh, Grace Whoa, Grace Oh Grace, if you stop believing That don't mean that it just goes away It's a long way between horizons And it gets farther every day Oh, Grace Oh, Grace She says, "But I know a man whose heart is restless He's never home and he's never gone And he had some good things, but he lost them Like everything he ever set his heart upon Oh, that he set that heart upon" Oh boy, if you stop believing That don't mean that I just walked away It's a long way between horizons And it gets farther everyday Oh, Grace Oh, Grace