Between Filth & Grace

I'm an honest man, I like genuine things I got two calloused hands & worn out jeans I like three dollar wine, n' four on the floor It seems my kind, ain't welcome anymore I don't wanna be a slave to technology I use it cuz I have to, but I'd rather be free Those digital chains, they keep you closer to me But that ain't real, just pixels on a screen I'm not the kind You need to save I take one step at a time In-between filth & grace I broke my back working in the sun I worked the graveyard shift all night long To earn a dime, they take a nickel away 'N the rich get richer, that ain't my way So my bank is a rusty old can I keep it to myself & hide it from the man The corporations keep track of me But I got my own brand, my own identity I'm not the kind You need to save I take one step at a time In-between filth & grace I wasn't born a rebel I grew up this way Out on my own path for another day I'll teach my boys to understand Believe in yourself and be your own man I'm not the kind You need to save I take one step at a time In-between filth & grace I'm not the kind You need to save I take one step at a time In-between filth & grace I'm an honest man, I like genuine things I got two calloused hands & worn out jeans