Lyrics:

(One, two, a-one)

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
just thankful for the breath of a brand new day
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