Blue Collar Prayer

He don't ask for money

He don't ask for fame

But he'll hit his knees and talk to God

About a need for a little rain

To fall on them fresh sown seeds

And grow 'em high up in the air

That's a farm life

Red, white, and blue collar prayer

She works for tips and grins

At the diner on Dowdy Road

And if you look close under her loose clothes

Little junior's starting to show

She prays that when he comes along

He's healthy and strong

And learns to dodge the devil's snare

That's her bedtime red, white, and blue collar prayer

Might not see them every Sunday

In that little white clapboard church

'Cause she'll be serving biscuits and honey

He'll be in overalls and tractor dirt

I bet my last dime they'll both take the time

To talk to the man upstairs

For a real life red, white, and blue collar prayer

She'd give you her last smile

And a bless your heart to boot

He'd give the shirt right off his busted back

To a drifter passing through

They pray for peace overseas

And those in harm's way

To make it home safe from over there

That's a damn right stars and stripes

Red, white, and blue collar prayer

Might not see them every Sunday

In that little white clap board church

'Cause she'll be serving biscuits and honey

He'll be in overalls and tractor dirt

I bet my last dime they'll both take the time

To talk to the man upstairs

For a real life red, white, and blue collar prayer

Yeah I bet my last dime

They'll both take the time

To talk to the man upstairs

For a real life red, white, and blue collar prayer

Blue collar prayer