Afton Prater - Grit & Grace

(Verse One)

She grew up in the backwoods daddy owned a shotgun
Shooting clay pigeons was her kind of fun
Never really had a care in the world
About what anybody that wasn't your typical girl
Her cutoff jeans was her prom dance fit
Didn't win queen didn't give a shit
The last thing on her mind was just about any guy

(Chorus)

She's a little bit of grit, a little bit of grace
A whole lotta haul ass little bit of brakes
A little bit of treble a little bit of bass
A whole lotta whiskey little bit of chase
She's a little bit of night a little bit of day
A little sunshine and a lot of hurricane
You can blamе it on the way that she was raised
Littlе bit of grit, little bit of grace

(Verse Two)

Ten years later out on that farm
She had married a man with southern charm
But after some years and a thousand beers
He became the man she had always feared
So she covered her bruises in thick foundation
Made the best of her situation
'Stead of pulling the trigger and pleading the fifth
She rolled his truck right off a cliff
(Chorus)

She's a little bit of grit, a little bit of grace
A whole lotta haul ass little bit of brakes
A little bit of treble a little bit of bass
A whole lotta whiskey little bit of chase
She's a little bit of night a little bit of day
A little sunshine and a lot of hurricane
You can blame it on the way that she was raised
Little bit of grit, little bit of grace

(Bridge)

You can find her every Sunday singing in the choir
But if you ever do her wrong she'll set your life on fire

(Chorus)

She's a little bit of grit, a little grace
A whole lotta haul ass little brakes
A little bit of treble a little bass
A whole lotta whiskey little bit of chase
She's a little bit of night a little bit of day
A little sunshine and a lot of hurricane
You can blame it on the way that she was raised
Little bit of grit, little bit of grace