First Family Lyrics

First Family lyrics

"My folks they were always the first family to arrive 
With seven people
jammed into a car that seated five 
There was one bathroom to bathe and shave
in 
Six of us stood in line 
And hot water for only three 
But we all
did just fine 

Talk about your miracles 
Talk about your faith 
My
dad he could make things grow 
Out of Indiana clay 
Mom could make a
gourmet meal 
Out of just cornbread and beans 
And they worked to give
faith hands and feet 
And somehow gave it wings 

I can still hear my
dad cussin' 
He's working late out in the barn 
The spring planting is
coming 
And the tractors just won't run 
Mom she's done the laundry 
I
can see it waving on the line 
Now they've stayed together 
Through the
pain and the strain of those times 

Talk about your miracles 
Talk
about your faith 
My dad he could make things grow 
Out of Indiana clay

Mom could make a gourmet meal 
Out of just cornbread and beans 
And
they worked to give faith hands and feet 
And somehow gave it wings


And now they've raised five children 
One winter they lost a son

But the pain didn't leave them crippled 
And the scars have made them
strong 
Never picture perfect 
Just a plain man and his wife 
Who
somehow knew the value 
Of hard work good love and real life 

Talk
about your miracles 
Talk about your faith 
My dad he could make things
grow 
Out of Indiana clay 
Mom could make a gourmet meal 
Out of just
cornbread and beans 
And they worked to give faith hands and feet 
And
somehow gave it wings"