Uh-Oh - Fair To Midland

I went right back home

You would have done the same

(You'd) Never wash your hands

If you knew they’d dig up dirt again

It took a drought

To wash her out

So i watched the sun

That slapped the rain

Until we all knew she’d go down the drain

They’re the jacks of all trades

The fruits of our labors were laid out to rot

They danced and sang to the song of amazing grace

I told you so

Uh-oh

I got a runnin' start and

During my second wind

Stirred up all the dust

With an iron fist and her hair brush

It was the prettiest picture you ever saw

The prettiest picture not on the wall

I heard a voice

Covered my eyes

Wore a big smile when we dropped like flies

They’re the jacks of all trades

The fruits of our labors were laid out to rot

They danced and sang to the song of amazing grace

I told you so

I went right back home

You would’ve done the same

Don’t dare wash your hands

We both know they’ll dig up dirt again

I got a runnin' start

And during my second wind had a fit

Like the bitter son of abraham

Hold your breath

Did you see the light?

Or did your cold shoulder leave us in the ice?

They’re the jacks of all trades

The fruits of our labors were laid out to rot

They danced and sang to the song of amazing grace

I told you so

Uh-oh