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He's got a mountain of bills
He's got dirt on his hands
There's been three generations
That's been working the land
Hears his granddaddy's ghost
Saying, "Son, everyone's gotta face their own hard truth
And it might be up to you to do the hardest thing
You'll ever have to do"
Holdin' on, lettin' go
Right or wrong, it's hard to know
You do your best and leave the rest
To chance, fate, God, or grace
Whatever gets you through
She can't stand the fear in her
Little boy's eyes
Her daddy's come home acting crazy
Too many times
Her mama's on the telephone line
Saying, "Child, sometimes you gotta think about more than you
And you might be forced to choose the hardest thing
You'll ever have to do"
Holdin' on, lettin' go
Right or wrong, it's hard to know
You do your best and leave the rest
To chance, fate, God, or grace
Whatever gets you through
Whatever gets you through, oh
Yeah
Now everybody's gonna find themselves a
Fork in the road
No clear direction, wondering
Which way to go
And it hurts like hell
Your conscience burns
Any way you turn you lose
Sometimes just getting through
Might be the hardest thing you'll ever have to do
Holdin' on, lettin' go
Right or wrong, it's hard to know
You do your best and leave the rest
To chance, fate, God, or grace
Whatever gets you through
Oh, whatever gets you through
Yeah, the hardest thing
It might be your hardest thing to do
Yeah (The hardest thing, the hardest thing)
Ooh (The hardest thing, the hardest thing)
You just might face your own truth