Rise

He was a preacher with a fire that no one could match

A hard working man who busted his back

Deep underground, in a coal mining town with no street lights

In the heart of the 60s when a man had to be

Tougher than nails ‘cz nothing was free

With a handful of kids and life on the skids there’d be street fights

You win some and lose some but you always come home

The best medicine was to leave it alone

You’d heal up by Sunday and preach about Peter and Paul

And how men have to rise when they fall

Baby Billy passed away and no one knew how

Then little Tammy was killed when the neighbor backed out

The whole family cried ‘cz babies shouldn't die at all

In the heart of the 60s when you just had to be

Tougher than nails ‘cz nothing was free

But the good Lord above 

and Mom and Dad’s love healed us all

You win some and lose some but you always come home

All you got left is a name on a stone

But you show up on Sunday to talk about Peter and Paul

And how men have to rise when they fall

We win some and lose some but we always come home

Even when our kids had kids of their own

If you showed up Sunday, he'd tell you about Peter and Paul

And how men have to rise when they fall