It’s almost four in the morning

Grace knows without even looking

It’s such a habit now

From her sewing days at Buster Brown

She used to get up crank her truck

Eat a bite while it warmed up

No need to do that they closed the factory down

She shrugs on her old house coat

She’d love a smoke but gave it up years ago

Charlie’s mother was full-blooded Cherokee

Made the man half Indian and the rest just mean

Nose don’t sit quite right

From the losing end of too many fights

Turns the bottle up drinks what’s left

Sets it on the floor by the bed

Beer seemed colder back in the day before these damn throwaways

He’s sporting his Sunday best work pants

And a shirt with the name “Bill” on the chest

I know there’s alot on your plate

But God if you’re looking down on this place

Can you send an angel

Some kind saving grace

Who will be saving Grace

Single-wide sits on an old strip bench

They bought it new back in 76

A good breeze makes it feel

It’s gonna blow right over the hill

Raised two girls the old fashioned way

At 14 Kay gave birth one day

Ali was here in two more years

That girl just never learned

Rubs the curls on the baby’s head

Little face snuggles against a scar on her breast

Charlie grabs some juice and an empty glass

He’s been cold sober since the bi-pass

He finally got the news

His disability came through

Should be enough to makes ends meet

She won’t be all day on her feet with cleaning houses & other odd jobs

She’s taking the treatments rough

Know she’s tough

But this time it may not be enough

I know there’s alot on your plate

But God if you’re looking down on this place

Can you send an angel

Some kind saving grace

Who will be saving Grace