Grit & Grace

She grew up in the backwoods, Daddy owned a shotgun Shooting clay pigeons was her kind of fun Never really had a care in the world About what anybody thought wasn't your typical girl Her cutoff jeans was her prom dance fit Didn't win queen, didn't give a shit The last thing on her mind was just about any guy She's a little bit of grit, a little bit of grace A whole lotta haul ass, little bit of brakes A little bit of treble, a little bit of bass A whole lotta whiskey, little bit of chase She's a little bit of night, a little bit of day A little sunshine and a lot of hurricane You can blame it on the way that she was raised Little bit of grit, little bit of grace Ten years later out on that farm She had married a man with southern charm But after some years and a thousand beers He became the man she had always feared So she covered her bruises in thick foundation Made the best of her situation 'Stead of pulling the trigger and pleading the fifth She rolled his truck right off a cliff She's a little bit of grit, a little bit of grace A whole lotta haul ass, little bit of brakes A little bit of treble, a little bit of bass A whole lotta whiskey, little bit of chase She's a little bit of night, a little bit of day A little sunshine and a lot of hurricane You can blame it on the way that she was raised Little bit of grit, little bit of grace You can find her every Sunday singing in the choir But if you ever do her wrong, she'll set your life on fire She's a little bit of grit, a little grace A whole lotta haul ass, little brakes A little bit of treble, a little bass A whole lotta whiskey, little bit of chase She's a little bit of night, a little bit of day A little sunshine and a lot of hurricane You can blame it on the way that she was raised Little bit of grit, little bit of grace