Daddy has his roots on a farm In the dirt of the Midwest plain
He flows through the cracks in our hearts
His ash in those rows of grain
Where you from,
What's your story
What are those memories that flood your mind
We're all a product of pain and glory
That's been passed on down that line
Some things are passed down with four sweet letters
Some heavy things are carved right into our souls
Some people have some of those golden memories
Some of us are still tryna let some go
Where we're headed from where we came
We're a little bit of beauty, a little bit of pain
When that final word is written on our last page
Leave a little bit of good
That will live on in the letters of our family name
Tell me what ya leavingIn the letters of your family name
Show me a family tree that's a perfect picture
We could all learn a lot looking at our history
Beat the addictions, heal the afflictions
For all those who are yet to come
Some things are passed down with four sweet letters
Some heavy things are carved right into our souls
Some people have some of those golden memories
Some of us are still tryna let some go
Where we're headed from where we came
We're a little bit of beauty, a little bit of pain
When that final word is written on our last page
Leave a little bit of good
That will live on in the letters of our family name
In the letters of your family name
Some things are passed down with four sweet letters
Some heavy things are carved right into our souls
Some people have some of those golden memories
Some of us are still tryna let some go
Where we're headed from where we came
We're a little bit of beauty, a little bit of pain
When that final word is written on our last page
Leave a little bit of good
That will live on in the letters of our family name
Tell me what you leave in the letters of your family name