The odds were against the man from the start
The devil’s hard hand had a hold on the hearts
Of the family that raised him in a smokey old home
An absent father left him feeling alone

Lost and neglected is all a child could be
When a father drinks whiskey instead of sweet tea
The kid was determined is what they all say
He decided that in this life he’d find his way

He found a father that gave him his life
Trusting He was bigger than his family strife
A few years later he got a degree
The first in his broken family tree

Alongside this man came a beautiful wife
That gave birth to four more beautiful lives
God gave him a chance to show three men
That your future counts, it doesn’t matter where you’ve been

The last child was a little girl
Raised by a father who loved her like a prized pearl
She didn’t deserve it, none of us did
But God had his hands on the heart of that kid.