(Trey Bruce, Lisa Drew)
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Grace worked down at Walmart
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For thirteen years she punched that clock
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Been two weeks without a day off
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She never gave it too much thought
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'Til one morning in the mirror
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Two new lines opened her eyes
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And suddenly it hit her
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She still had the wings to fly
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Attention late night shoppers
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A two for one on broken chains
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Chorus:
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That's the state of grace
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It's the weak made strong
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It's finding what you're missing
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Was right there all along
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It's an open road to a better place
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It's a life worth living
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In the state of grace
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Grace cleaned out her bank account
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Bought a beat up camper truck
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Turned her pink slip into personnel
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Then tore her time card up
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As she drove away she wondered
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What New York City would be like
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And would the stars really keep you up
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On a clear desert night
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With a front seat full of road maps
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To help her lose her way
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Grace knew when she looked up
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There wouldn't be a sky
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If the dreams we'd been given
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Weren't supposed to fly
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State Of Grace
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| Reba Mcentire |
