Jess Lyrics

Got a call from my daughter Jess

Been a little while

She's been living out west

Boyfriend left her with a baby on the way

Could I maybe help, she got some bills to pay

I Think my Civic will make the trip

Needs a new muffler

Leaking oil like a sieve

But there's just some things that a dad's gotta do

Kinda like that Honda, I'm built for abuse

She's just living in the big machine

Looking for forgiveness, she don't want to get mean

World keeps turning, and picking up speed

Hoping maybe someone will tell me what it means

When Jess was just a baby, her Mama slipped

Tried a little something

That she never could quit

The money dried up with the smile in her eyes

Ran off with a dealer in the middle of the night

I worked hard, I did my best

Keep me and Jess together

Save what we had left

But baby didn't fall too far from the tree

Said Kentucky was for losers, gone at seventeen

We were living in the big machine

Sand kept shifting, trying to find a patch of green

While the world kept turning, and picking up speed

Hoping maybe someone will tell me what it means

Well thank you, Jesus, for The Dollar Store

Got Jess a book of puzzles

And her baby a toy

Over to the station fill 'er up and check the tires

Grab a pack of smokes and the apartment guide

I don't hold grudges, I don't place blame

Don't hate her mama

Heaven knows I ain't a saint

When God throws the devil in the Lake of Fire

We can sit together watching smoke rise

I'm just working in the big machine

Grinding out a living, and burning nicotine

While the world keeps turning, and picking up speed

Hoping maybe someone will tell me what it means

Yeah, we're all just living in the big machine

Hoping for forgiveness so we don't get mean

World keeps turning, and picking up speed

Hoping maybe someone will tell me what it means