Letra de The Getting By III
When I get up, she swears that she don't hear it Says that I'm as quiet as a mouse I comb my hair, throw some water on my face And back out of the stillness of our houseLately my patience is in short supply Nothing seems to come from all this work No matter how hard I tryYou know I believe in the Son, I ain't no backslider My people were told they'd prosper in this land Still, I know some who've never seen the ocean Or set one foot on a velvet bed of sandThey've got the treasure laying way up high There just might be a million mansions But when I look up All I see is skyMaybe it's the getting by that gets right underneath you Swallows up your every step, boy, if it could But maybe it's the stuff it takes to get up in the morning And put another day in, son, that holds you 'til the getting's goodGreen ribbon in front doors Dishwater days This whole town is tied to the torso Of God's mysterious waysMaybe it's the getting by that gets right underneath you It'd swallow up your every step, boy, if it could Maybe it's the stuff it takes to get up in the morning And put another day in, son, that keeps you standing where you should But maybe it's the stuff it takes to get up in the morning And put another day in, son, and hold you 'til the getting's good