Keepin’ Food On The Table

[Verse 1]
Sun rise early
Boots by the door
Grease on my hands
Back startin’ to roar
Boss man talkin’
But my mind stay home
Thinkin’ ‘bout my babies
And that light bill comin’ on
[Chorus]
I’m just keepin’ food on the table
Keepin’ my head up high (oh Lord)
Ain’t lookin’ back at my troubles
I done watched ‘em roll on by
Got these scars like Sunday stories
But my heart don’t break
It’s stable
I got these two good hands and a backbone
Keepin’ food on the table
[Verse 2]
Mama said
“Boy
You gon’ bend
Don’t break”
Prayed over rice
Stretchin’ every plate
Now I’m in that line
Sweat soakin’ through my shirt
Every drop I’m spillin’
Sayin’
“You gon’ eat first”
[Chorus]
I’m just keepin’ food on the table
Keepin’ my head up high (yeah yeah)
Ain’t lookin’ back at my troubles
I done watched ‘em roll on by
If the world try to shake my story
I just stand there strong and able
I got these two good hands and a backbone
Keepin’ food on the table
[Bridge]
I don’t count missed chances
I just count these mouths I feed
Ain’t got room for regret
When you plantin’ every seed
Long as my people laughin’
And they sayin’
“Daddy
We full”
That’s my riches
That’s my gold
That’s my good
[Chorus]
I’m just keepin’ food on the table
Keepin’ my head up high (oh Lord)
Ain’t lookin’ back at my troubles
I done watched ‘em roll on by
If my days get dark and weary
I still walk on proud and stable
‘Cause I got these two good hands and a backbone
Keepin’ food on the table (yeah)
I got these two good hands and a backbone
Keepin’ food on the table

rock, Greasy blues-rock shuffle at midtempo, male vocals with a gritty Southern-African American church edge. Overdriven guitar in open tuning, walking bass, loose hi-hat and rimshot groove. Verses start sparse with call-and-response guitar licks; chorus brings stacked hollered harmonies and a fatter kick. Brief turnaround lick before the last chorus, ending on a held vocal ad-lib and sustained guitar chord., blues