Song | Some People Change |
Artist | Montgomery Gentry |
Album | More Country Heat 2007 |
His old man was a rebel yeller: | |
Bad boy to the bone. | |
He'd say:'Can't trust that other fella,' | |
He'd judge 'em by the tone of their skin. | |
He was raised to think like his Dad: | |
Narrow mind full of hate. | |
On the road to no-where fast, | |
Till the Grace of God got in the way. | |
Then he saw the Light an' hit his knees an' cried an' said a prayer: | |
Rose up a brand new man; left the old one right there. | |
Here's to the strong; thanks to the brave. | |
Don't give up hope: some people change. | |
Against all odds, against the grain, | |
Love finds a way: some people change. | |
She was born with her mother's habit: | |
You could say: 'It's in her blood.' | |
She hates that she's gotta have it: | |
As she fills her glass up. | |
An she'd love to kill that bottle, | |
But all she can think about, | |
Is a, a better life, a second chance, | |
An' everyone she's letting down. | |
She throws that bottle down. | |
Here's to the strong; thanks to the brave. | |
Don't give up hope: some people change. | |
Against all odds, against the grain, | |
Love finds a way: some people change. | |
Thank God for those who make it: | |
Let them be the Light. | |
(Let them be the light) | |
(Some people change.) | |
Here's to the strong; thanks to the brave. | |
Don't give up hope: some people change. | |
Against all odds, against the grain, | |
Love finds a way: some people change. | |
Some people change. | |
(Some people change) |
His old man was a rebel yeller: | |
Bad boy to the bone. | |
He' d say:' Can' t trust that other fella,' | |
He' d judge ' em by the tone of their skin. | |
He was raised to think like his Dad: | |
Narrow mind full of hate. | |
On the road to nowhere fast, | |
Till the Grace of God got in the way. | |
Then he saw the Light an' hit his knees an' cried an' said a prayer: | |
Rose up a brand new man left the old one right there. | |
Here' s to the strong thanks to the brave. | |
Don' t give up hope: some people change. | |
Against all odds, against the grain, | |
Love finds a way: some people change. | |
She was born with her mother' s habit: | |
You could say: ' It' s in her blood.' | |
She hates that she' s gotta have it: | |
As she fills her glass up. | |
An she' d love to kill that bottle, | |
But all she can think about, | |
Is a, a better life, a second chance, | |
An' everyone she' s letting down. | |
She throws that bottle down. | |
Here' s to the strong thanks to the brave. | |
Don' t give up hope: some people change. | |
Against all odds, against the grain, | |
Love finds a way: some people change. | |
Thank God for those who make it: | |
Let them be the Light. | |
Let them be the light | |
Some people change. | |
Here' s to the strong thanks to the brave. | |
Don' t give up hope: some people change. | |
Against all odds, against the grain, | |
Love finds a way: some people change. | |
Some people change. | |
Some people change |