West Valley, Mormon family with seven hungry mouths to feed
And that's how she learned to raise my sister and me
And voted Nixon in the seventies
And it would all work out, it would all work out

My mother was the youngest child
No college education, wasn't ever her style
But she knew just how to make a quarterback smile
And it would all work out, it'll all work out

My father loved us right, stayed up at night
Tryin' to keep the checkbook tighter
Than a duck's ass going down a waterslide
Oh, I know he tried
Became a victim of the mortgage spikes
Collections calling every night since 1999
In 10 more years, you'll think the interest rates'll decline
It'll all work out, it'll all work out, it'll all work out

He'd say, "go to college, get your knowledge straightened out"
With inherit desperation in the way it sounded
Like he'd bet on it and now it seemed his odds were down
Well, thank you, Dad, I love you, and I hope you're proud
And I'm sorry that I didn't take the road you laid down
But it'll all work out, it'll all work out, it'll all work out