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We are made, in the valleys yes
Every mountain has its faults
Every kingdom will crumble
When the white horse gallops through
I grew up, driving gravel roads
Chasing sunsets, bobbers out on a friday night
Learned to fix everything i broke
Still learning how to say things right
We never like where we grow up
The hammy downs and the old chevy trucks
We got it from the mud, it sure wasn't luck
I don't put my faith in things that will rust, na na
Everybody wanna know
When the good Lord's coming on the horse
Times is gettin' rough, it's only getting worse
I know there's purpose in the pain it's alright, yeah
We are made, in the valleys yes
Every mountain has its faults
Every kingdom will crumble
When the white horse gallops through
I don't know, who said it
Life aint easy, it never was supposed to be
But I know, God has a reason, Training season
We never like where we grow up
I know you felt the hate, when you just needed love
Everyone you meet, it sure wasn't luck
Finding guidance from father up above
Everybody wanna know
When the good Lord's coming on the horse
Times is gettin' rough, it's only getting worse
I know there's purpose in the pain it's alright, yeah
We are made, in the valleys yes
Every mountain has its faults
Every kingdom will crumble
When the white horse gallops through
Benjamin Thom
TUNECORE INC, TuneCore Inc.