In this current climate of change it seems some things never willnAge of my formation split between the grange and PleasurevillenSkill and dedication, gained appreciation for the worknHe’s up early to serve stock feed and tend to burleynSurely this man is a model, though my role is cast in other fieldsnTypify provisioner, I empathize, a brother feelsnMeaning in the motion goin’ out to bring a promise homenSon be there in spirit, father left to do the job alonenShown the ways of older generations, known little elsenElements affect them all, weather wear the mental healthnDown inside the dale driving bales, on his own to thinknArrived with the rye, just shy of mad and prone to drinknIn an eye blink, the storm clouds rolled in, tension builtnLet em pass, them attempt an intervention – get ‘em killednCaught up in the tempest, mother suffered nature’s wrathnWhen the neighbors asked, quick to say she slipped takin’ a bath, but uh…nnnAnd when the cops came knockin’, she tell ‘em “I aint talkin’”nThe thrashin’ don’t happen often – he’s a hard workin’ man, and thenBaby’s barely walkin’ and the bills aint stoppin’nA day lost will cost him – is it hard to understandnWhy the women keep livin’ as the men keep hittin’nPassively passin’ it off as a victim of circumstancenHere’s a whole life given, sacrificed for the childrennLet him loose, he’s got no use for a tender handnnnCHORUS:nnnNever break, it’s a test of faith, I bet tomorrow brings a better daynRest your frame, help is on its way, signs are blowin through the weather vanenDeath is grace, like it says in James, which of us will be kept to wait?nNo don’t hesitate, no for heaven’s sake, just let us praynThe Good Lord’s gonna set him straightnnnLast year drought took the crops, now facin’ floodsnStaples on the table aint enough, what we scrapin’ up willnGo to pay the bank back, partial payment – take thatnLife in dire straights will make a stark-raving maniacnTapped a fifth of vodka, kicked her hard enough to break a ribnShhh – keep quiet, too much cryin’ she gon’ wake the kidsnnnAnd when the cops came knockin’ she tell em “I aint talkin’”nIt’s only gon’ be a problem when the farm don’t yieldnYou know a man’s heart hardens when his fam starts starvin’nThe wind did in the garden, now the rains claimed the fieldnI’ll take the weight of the burden if it means less hurtin’nIn crisis the type of person you’re with is fully revealednThings may be more certain if you take away the bourbonnTired of fussin’ I’ll discuss it when the bones healnnnCHORUSnnnBaby times are tough, but you know you’re makin’ em hardernHousehold on the edge when you’re wired on that firewaternDaughter old enough to see the evidence, herselfnHe told her “mind your business,” nothing else, then headed for the shelfnOnce he polished off a bottle, started throttlin’ the youngest sonnNest threatened, mama got the weapon, now what’s done is donennnAnd when the cops came knockin’ she tell ‘em “I aint talkin’”nDrop the body in a coffin, dig a hole and throw it innWhen the callous won’t soften, it’s only one way to stop ‘emnHe’s gone, but not forgotten are the scars in the skinnA mother’s resolve is steady, with the volatile especially demandingnStand ready for the man to go againnSpent enough time guessin’ if the curse would turn deadlynI heard every word you read me but I’m innocentnnnCHORUS