[Verse 1]
Trying to remember the very last time
I felt a simple thing going past
Was it the day in north Georgia
You were trying to take her back?
She sees the day lilies for sale sign
And the tears spring to her eyes
You turn the car around
And you're headed back down that track

[Verse 2]
She’s had a heart attack but the bottle of Jack
Sits on the counter like the devil she knows
And he beats her up as she fills her cup
And the embers of a dying fire glow
See how she looked in her school yearbook
Her friends signed the margins all around
Oh, would you stay in touch?
You know I miss you so much
And I hope we get out of this town

[Chorus]
Every day that you get up and force your cards
You're playing your story in fits and starts
You take your prospects and your pickaxe
And you trudge down to the stream
And you bloody your hands digging for your dream
[Verse 3]
I went looking for the answers from someone I heard
Believes that life gets easier
And you learn how to breathe
And you learn how to grieve your past
You study the masters and their books
Giving in to the barbs and hooks
'Til you accept it with grace
When your true love doesn’t last

[Chorus]
Every day that you get up and force your cards
You're playing your story in fits and starts
You take your prospects and your pickaxe
And you trudge down to the stream
And you bloody your hands digging for your dream
Every day that you get up and force your cards
You're playing your story in fits and starts
You take your prospects and your pickaxe
And you trudge down to the stream
And you bloody your hands digging for your dream

[Outro]
Every day, every day that you go down, down
You will bloody, you will bloody your hands
Take your prospects and your pickaxe
And you trudge down
You take your prospects and your pickaxe
And you trudge down
You take your prospects and your pickaxe
And you trudge down
You take your prospects and your pickaxe
And you trudge down (Trudge down)
Prospects and your pickaxe and you trudge down
Prospects and your pickaxe and you trudge down