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ORDINARY FOLKS

My grampa was handy, he could fix anything,
And gramma made prize-winning pies,
My daddy was strong, his heart loved to sing,
Mama lit up a room with her eyes,
They were ordinary folks, doing ordinary things,
That's how the world makes it look,
But in actuality, the way they influenced me,
They oughta be in our history books.

Our neighbors are kind, friendly, and true,
Always ready to lend us a hand,
Some old and some young, some strong and some frail,
They're good women and children and men,
You see, they're ordinary folks, doing ordinary things,
That's how the world makes it look,
But in actuality, the way they influence me,
They oughta be in our history books,

There's not a person who ain't got a challenge to face,
There's not a person who spared from life's pain,
Given the strength from our minds, and the faith in our hearts,
We can build from the weakest remains,

When strangers you meet, look in their eyes,
Give them a wave or a smile,
You don't know their lives, you don't walk their path,
But you know that they carry some trials,
Cause they're ordinary folks, doing ordinary things,
That's how the world makes it look,
But in actuality, every soul that you see...
Oughta be in our history books.