West Valley, Mormon family with seven hungry mouths to feed, and that's how she learned to raise my sister and me, and voted Nixon in the seventies and it would all work out, it would all work out
My mother was the youngest child - no college education, wasn't ever her style but she knew just how to make a quarterback smile, and it would all work out It'll all work out
My father loved us right, stayed up at night tryin' to keep the checkbook tighter than a duck's ass going down a waterslide Oh, I know he tried, became a victim of the mortgage spikes, collections calling every night since 1999 In 10 more years, you'd think the interest rates'd decline It'll all work out, it'll all work out, it'll all work out
He'd say, "go to college, get your knowledge straightened out," with an air of desperation in the way it sounded like he'd bet on it, and now it seemed his odds were down Well, thank you, Dad, I love you, and I hope you're proud and I'm sorry that I didn't take the road you laid down but it'll all work out, it'll all work out, it'll all work out
Is that your letter in the middle of the pile? I must have been out of town for quite a little while The stitches in your arm must have healed by now Fuck that plumber if your heat is still out and don't be scared, I know you can still throw down It'll all work out, it'll all work out
Now, I don't feel a speck of hate - really, no, I'm trying to get my story straight - when you called me from the car when you were on your way with your friend from San Francisco that you told me was gay and I guess he was a closet straight Get it all out now and it'll all work out
It'll all work out it'll all, it'll all, it'll all, it'll all work out, work out nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.