Well, I didn't mean to let my family down
And I'm not giving you the run around
I'd much rather be dead than have to beg my daily bread
And to pay my way no matter where I'm bound
The sun sets low over this tired town
Where hopes are lost, and dreams are often drowned
But there's a fire in my soul, and it won't let me fold
For this broken heart to someday be unbound
I'll pay my way, come what may
Through fields of sorrow and skies of gray
With calloused hands, I'll make my stand
To see a brighter day, I'll pay my way
Grandpa's old guitar and mama's worn-out hymn
Remind me of the strength that lies within
With every strum and every tune, I'll chase away the gloom
And find a life where love's not just a whim
Oh, the road is long and rocky ahead
But I can't live on what-ifs and regret
I'll earn my keep and with each step I'll weep
But I won't rest until every tear is shed
I'll pay my way, come what may
Through fields of sorrow and skies of gray
With calloused hands, I'll make my stand
To see a brighter day, I'll pay my way
Grandpa's old guitar and mama's worn-out hymn
Remind me of the strength that lies within
With every strum and every tune, I'll chase away the gloom
And find a life where love's not just a whim