I Come From

Eggshell white Paint in your hair Dirt beneath your nails Years on the back of your hands Some things can wash clean And some, will stick around Blades of St. Augustine Scattered across the driveway It still feels like Sunday When I hear a cajun band Every chamber of my heart, bears the mark Of what I come from Sometimes our world falls apart But I guess that's what it takes To find the part that cannot break Wooden table on a concrete slab The fish were red and the crabs were blue Every five gallon bucket Carries a piece of you Some things can wash clean And some, will stick around Spilt beer and a deck of cards An old bed sheet for a tablecloth Some of those days are lost But most I still come across Every chamber of my heart, bears the mark Of what I come from Sometimes our world falls apart But I guess that's what it takes To find the part that cannot break I come from hard work I come from never giving up I come from you I built cities from sidewalk chalk Sailed the world in a cardboard boat I hope I always dream that big I put the whole damn kitchen In every pot of cold mud soup I hope I always put everything I got Into what I do Some things can wash clean And some, will stick around Every chamber of my heart, bears the mark Of what I come from Sometimes our world falls apart But I guess that's what it takes To find the part that cannot break We cannot break