Rodney Crowell GRAMMY® nominated for Best American Roots Song

One of the most remarkable news of the recent GRAMMY® nominations is Rodney Crowell´s for Best American Roots Song with "It Ain't Over Yet (feat. Rosanne Cash & John Paul White)". A beautiful piece of music art.

Lyrics

 

It's like I'm sitting at a bus stop waiting for a train 

Exactly how I got here is hard to explain 

My heart's in the right place, what's left of it I guess 

My heart ain't the problem, it's my mind that's a total mess 

With these rickety old legs and watery eyes 

It's hard to believe that I could pass for anybody's prize 

Here's what I know about the gifts that God gave 

You can't take 'em with you when you go to the grave 

 

It ain't over yet, ask someone who ought to know 

Not so very long ago we were both hung out to dry 

It ain't over yet, you can mark my word 

I don't care what you think you heard, we're still learning how to fly 

It ain't over yet

 

For fools like me who were built for the chase 

Takes the right kind of woman to help you put it all in place 

It only happened once in my life, but man you should have seen

Her hair two shades of foxtail red, her eyes some far out sea blue green 

I got caught up making a name for myself, you know what that's about 

One day your ship comes rolling in and the next day it rolls right back out 

You can't take for granted none of this shit 

The higher up you fly boys, the harder you get hit 

 

It ain't over yet, I'll say this about that 

You can get up off the mat or you can lay there till you die 

It ain't over yet, here's the truth my friend 

You can't pack it in and we both know why 

It ain't over yet 

 

Silly boys blind to get there first 

Think of second chances as some kind of curse 

I've known you forever and ever it's true 

If you came by it easy, you wouldn't be you 

Make me laugh, you make me cry, you make me forget myself 

 

Back when down on my luck kept me up for days 

You were there with the right word to help me crawl out of the maze 

And when I almost convinced myself I was hipper than thou 

You stepped up with a warning shot fired sweet and low across the bow 

No you don't walk on water and your sarcasm stings 

But the way you move through this old world sure makes a case for angel wings 

I was halfway to the bottom when you threw me that line 

I quote you now verbatim, "Get your head out of your own behind"

 

It ain't over yet, what you wanna bet 

One more cigarette ain't gonna send you to the grave 

It ain't over yet, I've seen your new girlfriend 

Thinks you're the living end, great big old sparkle in her eye 

It ain't over yet

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