Glad To Be Here - Hailey Whitters, Brent Cobb

Well, I hear folks talkin' 'bout the shape they’re in

On the backyard porch with all their friends

They say damn my job and damn my life

Don’t tell 'em that I told you, but it blows my mind

What they don’t see is the shade under the oak tree

Sunshine behind the clouds

Rich dirt growin' up tomatoes

Pass the salt I can almost taste 'em

Some folks they focus on the broke spoke

Not me, I’m so over things I don’t and coulda had

Bring on the good, bring on the bad, 'cause

Even if the end is near

I’m just glad to be here

I ain’t promised tomorrow but I ain’t scared of the grave

I’m just thankful for the breath of a brand new day

When them nitpickin' people try to throw me off track

I just keep on rollin', keep on rollin', like an old train smoke blowin'

What they don’t see is the shade under the oak tree

Sunshine behind the clouds

Rich dirt growin' up tomatoes

Pass the salt I can almost taste 'em

Some folks they focus on the broke spoke

Not me, I’m so over things I don’t and coulda had

Bring on the good, bring on the bad, 'cause

Even if the end is near

I’m just glad to be here

Slow down take a look around

Slow down take a good look around

Slow down take a long look around

Slow down take a good long look all the way around

What they don’t see is the shade under the oak tree

Sunshine behind the clouds

Rich dirt growin' up tomatoes

Pass the salt I can almost taste 'em

Some folks they focus on the broke spoke

Not me, I’m so over things I don’t and coulda had

Bring on the good, bring on the bad, 'cause

Even if the end is near

Even if the end is near

I’m just glad to be here