Paroles de Out Of The Bluegrass
I know Knox County probably don't look like muchThrough the cracked windshield, cross hanging over the dash
But you'd love it too if you grew up
Picking flowers right out of the bluegrass
And highway 25 got some bumps in the road
And that Jeep in the drive sure guzzles the gas
But I turned that key, packed up my heart and my soul
And I drove it right out of the bluegrass
Some call it lucky, some call it Kentucky
Here in God's country, we call it God's plan
I'll keep strumming, long as songs keep coming
But none of it's nothing I'll understand
How He held the world, helped this girl grow a future out of the past
And He did it right out, out of the bluegrass
Turns out I ain't my biggest believer
So you won't hear me take much of the credit
Didn't even think I was much of a singer
Hand on the Bible, I went and read it
He wrote the story I won't forget it
Some call it lucky, some call it Kentucky
Here in God's country, we call it God's plan
I'll keep strumming, long as songs keep coming Under that southern sun
No matter where I go, I won't forget where I come from
Some call it lucky, some call it Kentucky
Here in God's country, we call it God's plan
I'll keep strumming, long as songs keep coming
But none of it's nothing I'll understand
Yea, He set me free in fields of green, don't know how He did all that
But He did it right out of the bluegrass
Oh, bluegrass
Oh-oh, right out of the bluegrass
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
But I turned that key, packed up my heart and my soul
And I drove it right out of the bluegrass
Some call it lucky, some call it Kentucky
Here in God's country, we call it God's plan
I'll keep strumming, long as songs keep coming
But none of it's nothing I'll understand
How He held the world, helped this girl grow a future out of the past
And He did it right out, out of the bluegrass
Turns out I ain't my biggest believer
So you won't hear me take much of the credit
Didn't even think I was much of a singer
Hand on the Bible, I went and read it
He wrote the story I won't forget it
Some call it lucky, some call it Kentucky
Here in God's country, we call it God's plan
I'll keep strumming, long as songs keep coming Under that southern sun
No matter where I go, I won't forget where I come from
Some call it lucky, some call it Kentucky
Here in God's country, we call it God's plan
I'll keep strumming, long as songs keep coming
But none of it's nothing I'll understand
Yea, He set me free in fields of green, don't know how He did all that
But He did it right out of the bluegrass
Oh, bluegrass
Oh-oh, right out of the bluegrass
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
