Lyrics: Jimi Bell/Jimmy Robbins/Jon Nite
Music: Jimi Bell/Jimmy Robbins/Jon Nite
He's turning dust circles on three hundred acres
And if it don't rain soon
There might not be a later out there on that old farm
Didn't used to be so hard
She's adding up tips after pulling a double
Hoping the kids didn't give the neighbor much trouble
By now, they're fast asleep
She's wondering when these ends are gonna meet
Keep betting on a dream even when you can't win on it
Keep holding on when you're way out on a limb on it
Might be your hands but he's got his fingerprints on it
God's got a plan even if you ain't in on it
Take all thΠ΅ nights that you don't think that you can take anymore
Take all thΠ΅ weight that you can't carry, let it fall to the floor
Lift up your hands and put an amen on it
God's got a plan even if you ain't in on it
He's covered in wires asking all about heaven
And if his dog's up there and will years feel like seconds
They don't cry 'til they're in the hall
How could he be so strong and so small
Keep betting on a dream even when you can't win on it
Keep holding on when you're way out on a limb on it
Might be your hands but he's got his fingerprints on it
God's got a plan even if you ain't in on it
Take all the nights that you don't think that you can take anymore
Take all the weight that you can't carry, let it fall to the floor
Lift up your hands and put an amen on it
God's got a plan even if you ain't in on it
Just 'cause you don't hear it, don't mean he don't see it
Just 'cause you don't feel it, don't mean you don't pray it
Just 'cause you don't see it, don't mean you won't make it through
Oh, he's got you
Keep betting on a dream even when you can't win on it
Keep holding on when you're way out on a limb on it
Might be your hands but he's got his fingerprints on it
God's got a plan even if you ain't in on it
Take all the nights that you don't think that you can take anymore
Take all the weight that you can't carry, let it fall to the floor
Lift up your hands and put an amen on it
God's got a plan even if you ain't in on it
Just 'cause you don't hear it, don't mean he don't see it
Just 'cause you don't feel it, don't mean you don't pray it
Just 'cause you don't see it, don't mean you won't make it through
Audio Editing: Buckley Miller/Ross Copperman
Recording Assistant: Joanna Finley
Acoustic Guitar: Ilya Toshinskiy
Backing Vocals: Gabby Barrett/Ross Copperman
Keyboard: Dave Cohen
Drums: Evan Hutchings
Recording: Cade Foehner/Drew Bollman
Vocals: Gabby Barrett
Fiddle: Jenee Fleenor
Bass: Mike Rinne
Electric Guitar: Ilya Toshinskiy
Mastering Engineer: Nathan Dantzler
Mixing Engineer: Ross Copperman