Forty On The Stack

Got my boots on the table

Receipts on the floor

Cold cup of coffee

Triple-locked door

Bills on the counter

Red ink talkin’ back

But I smile at the ceiling

Forty on the stack

Forty on the stack

Yeah

Stacked up slow

But it’s stacked

Might not look like glory

But it keeps this old road mapped

Every rough little dollar

Feels like gettin’ something back

I ain’t rich

But I ain’t empty

Got my forty on the stack

Old Ford in the driveway

Rust ‘round the chrome

Kids’ boots by the back steps

Laughing through this old phone

Boss says “work on Sunday”

I just laugh off the attack

I got time

I got backbone

And forty on the stack

Some nights I count the worries

Some nights I count the miles

Tonight I count this crumpled roll

And your tired little smile

[low vocal register] It ain’t much to some folks

But it holds this house intact

[full voice

Band swells] Roof

Heart

Hope

And supper

Ridin’ on that stack