Intro: D, G/B, D, G/B, A7
D G
Last Sunday we got in the car and we drove
A7 D G/B A7
To the town you were raised in, your boyhood home
D G
The trees were just turning, up on the ridge
A7 D G/B A7
And this was your valley when you were a kid
D G
You showed me the railroad that your daddy worked on
A7 D G/B A7
As we neared the old house where your granny lives on
D G
She's nearing ninety years now, with her daughters by her side
A7 D Bm7
Who tend the places in the heart where loneliness can hide
Bm7 A9 G A7 D
Raised by the women who are stronger than you know
Bm7 A9 Em7 A7
A patchwork quilt of memory only women could have sewn
D G
The threads were stitched by family hands, protected from the moth
Em7 G A7 D G/B A7
By your mother... and her mother, the weavers of your cloth
(2nd verse, same chords)
Your grandmother owned a gun in 1932
When times were bad just everywhere, you said she used it too
And the life and times of everyone are traced inside their palms
Her skin may be so weathered, but her grip is still so strong
And I see your eyes belong to her and too your mama too
A slice of Virginia sky, the clearest shade of blue
Repeat Chorus
(3rd verse, same chords)
And a rich man you might never be, they'd love you just the same
They've handed down so much to you besides your Christian name
And the spoken word won't heal you like the laying on of hands
Belonging to the ones who raised you to a man
Repeat Chorus