And i'm counting all my battles on the way o’er to the bank

Been slaving all the day under a man who couldn't thank

And at night i take this little stage & beat up old guitar

The only way that I get paid is "boy you'll go real far"

And i’m counting all my failures as i stumble off to church

All the shame & guilt I hold & all life's little hurts

And the preacher says that freedom's found in 'fessin all our sins

Oh boy the list is way too long & I don't know where to begin

Oh for sure this life is thankless it is cruel

A vapor in the wind and a game we'll never win

So forgive me if I look the fool

But I'll praise the Lord for what he gave & drink this cup half full

And i'm counting all my blessings on the way up to the bar

The good lord knows that these few mites won’t go very far

But i’m sure to find some beauty in the bottom of a beer

Some days, hell I'll be honest, its the only joy round here

Oh for sure this life is thankless it is cruel

A vapor in the wind and a game we’ll never win

So forgive me if I look the fool

But I'll praise the Lord for what he gave & drink this cup half full

And i'm counting all my troubles on the way down to the grave

I'm tryin to be thankful just like the scriptures say

I’m praying at the end of all this struggle I will find

A little hope, a dash of joy &, oh Lord, peace of mind