O! Grace

She said I've been the stockyard's pony
 She said I've been the mountain engine's roll
 From Chicago to West Virginia
 I've been as lonesome as the world's first ghost
 As lonesome as the world's first ghost
 But out here, even the prairie doubts the horizon
 All I have to do is prove that I'm not pure
 Oh, the right words come, but I ain't talking
 The devil's mean but he's honest just as sure
 Oh, he is honest just as sure
 Oh Grace, if you stop believing
 That don't mean that it just goes away
 It's a long way between horizons
 And it gets farther every day
 Oh, Grace
 Whoa, Grace
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 Oh Grace, if you stop believing
 That don't mean that it just goes away
 It's a long way between horizons
 And it gets farther every day
 Oh, Grace
 Oh, Grace
 She says, "But I know a man whose heart is restless
 He's never home and he's never gone
 And he had some good things, but he lost them
 Like everything he ever set his heart upon
 Oh, that he set that heart upon"
 Oh boy, if you stop believing
 That don't mean that I just walked away
 It's a long way between horizons
 And it gets farther everyday
 Oh, Grace
 Oh, Grace