The Getting By

(It's just small town feeling and just live in this small town an)
(Like my kids ride dirt bikes and motorcycles)
(And they just go across the street in the field and ride)
(I can watch them off my front porch)
(Umm, my one boy is into shed horn hunting so he'll take off)
(And go park his truck out west and be gone all day and)
(They, the mountain are just in our backyard, that's the nice part about it)

When I get up, she swears that she don't hear it
Says that I'm as quiet as a mouse
I comb my hair and throw some water on my face
And back out of the stillness of our house
Lately, my patience is in short supply
Nothing good seems to ever come from all this work
No matter how hard I try

You know I believe in the Son, I ain't no backslider
But my people were told they'd prosper in this land
Still, I know some who've never seen the ocean
Or set one foot on a velvet bed of sand
But they've got their treasure laying way up high
Where there might be many mansions
But when I look up, all I see is sky

Maybe it's the getting by that gets right underneath you
It'd swallow up your every step, boy, if it could
But maybe it's the stuff it takes to get up
In the morning and put another day in, son
That holds you 'til the getting's good
Green ribbon front doors, dishwater days
This whole town is tied to the torso of God's mysterious ways

Maybe it's the getting by that gets right underneath you
It'd swallow up your every step, boy, if it could
But maybe it's the stuff it takes to get up
In the morning and put another day in, son
That keeps you standing where you should
So put another day in, son and hold on 'til the getting's good

(Twice a day, twice a day)
(Yeah, twice a day it comes through)
(My grandkids, when it comes through they run out and they look down the road)
('Cause they like to see it go by)