Testo American Grace - Zachariah Smith
Testo della canzone American Grace (Zachariah Smith), tratta dall'album American Grace
Her mommy used to keep a dusty old needle
On gospel and country gold
Her daddy used to be wild, sold the motorcycle
But raised her on rock and roll
That brown leather Bible and Van Halen vinyls
The only tradition she holds
And she'll sing out loud when she's lost, when she's found
From a hymn book that everyone knows, and it goes like
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, God bless it
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, let it play
In every hometown, the heartbeat pounds
To the sound of American grace
How sweet the sound of American grace
There's a Midwest kid with his headphones in
His heroes hangin' up on the wall
His folks are fightin' downstairs but the guitar's there
So he plays to get away from it all
Well, 17's brutal and high school's cruel
Girls are great until they don't call
Tired of not fittin' in, started a band with some friends
Born again, feelin' ten feet tall, and he's singin'
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, God bless it
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, let it play
In every hometown, the heartbeat pounds
To the sound of American grace
How sweet the sound of American grace (Let's go)
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, God bless it
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, let it play
In every hometown, the heartbeat pounds
To the sound of American grace
To the sound of American grace
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Writer(s): Aaron James Babcock, Jesse Frasure, William Alex Jr Hall
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