Sam: Daddy settled down near some hillbilly town God know where, Tennessee Build himself a church out of clapboard And birch and my brother and me Every single day we would kneel in the dirt for him Every single day or he'd hit till we hurt for him Right until the day the good Lord gave him cancer, Amen. I was 5, Jonas 10.
Daddy didn't need no damn pills, he decreed, If our faith would be strong. And so everyday spitting blood he would say, We were doing him wrong. Every day we prayed but our prayers weren't strong enough Every day we sang but too soft or not long enough Till the day he crawled to the grave that we dug him and died. That's the first time I cried. But my brother he said as he sat on the bend by my side,
People like us are lucky People like us are tough Like it or not, We're all that we've got But that's got to be enough People like us have no one No one but us that's who People like us have to stick to each other like glue That's what we do.
Marla: I'm sorry, but it's no excuse.
Sam: I know, but I see you when you think your boy is threatened.
Marla: That's totally different.
Sam: Is it?
Marla: With his daddy gone we just keep keeping on, Holding fast, clinging tight.
Sam: All we have is each other, that's all.
Marla: People come and go
Sam: You can trust in them though when they've fade out of sight
Marla: Can't let anyone inside the walls
Sam: And through all the years doubt has never misguided us
Marla: This world is too hard
Sam: And through all the years life has never blindsided us
Marla: Can't let down our guard
Sam: All the lonely years and still nothing's divided us yet.
Marla: Not yet. But we never forget.
Sam: No, we never forget.
Both: People like us are different. People like us survive. We've always known, We're in this alone. And that's why we're still alive. People like us are certain Only one thing is true People like us do whatever we must to come through