Grab your Sunday suit
Shirt, and shoes
And a pair of boots
Pack your comfy blue jeans in a sack
Bring your fishing rod
Your hope, your faith in GodWe ain't never ever coming back
I've lost my faith in man
So we are hopping in the vanWe're heading on the road to start again
Bank owns this old hole
But they will not get my soulYou've got twenty minutes till we roll.
He looked up to the dresser
In his lonely teenaged room
Saw his piggy bank amid the gloom
In his mind it held the fortune
He'd been saving all the while
He shook it and it jingled rich and raw
He smashed it to the ground
Fury in the soundShattered bank and shattered heart lay on the floor
This fortune it was pennies, copper
pennies broken clay
How could crushed clay and pennies save
the day?Broken and defeated,
Knocked down and fully beaten
He took those tearful pennies
And walked away
From Pittsburgh Pennsylvania
They headed to D.C.They were broke, they were mad
But they were free
They never spoke a word
Least, none the other heard
Silently they drove the lonely road
They got to the wall
For Nam vets that did fallO’er hours they read near every name
And in tears of surrender
Mid these heroes and defendersLike their own, one name was the same
Every boy remembers the day he
becomes a man
For him it was that wall for VietnamWhere he ran his thumb across his grandpa's sacred name
There he left his tears, his childish
boyhood fears
There was more than copper pennies in
his genesHe was from a line of glory
Of valiance and story
He had history coursing in his veins
They said a silent prayer
And unburdened every careAnd in the morning they set out for the west
It became a summer of thriving
Of living life and drivingThey were a family once again
They headed to the coast
To the place they dreamed of mostThey worked for wages all along the way
September
rolled around
And
they had to settle downSeattle was the was place that they would stay
It
was time for schooling to begin
First
day of class right after the school bell
Students
had to do their show and tellIt's the same across the nation
How you spent your vacation
It's the same assignment every single year
When everyone got up they told
A boring story with their phone
Videos and photos they were shownThey talked of what they got,
And everything they bought
The simple explanation of how they spent
vacation
Spending money, and spending time
alone - on their phone
New kids they go last
Like they ain't got no classThe rich kids they were laughing as he passed
With a snotty rich kid tone still
looking at his phone,
One heckled as they do“This summer what did your dad get for you?”
I can't tell you want he got me
But I'll tell you what he bought meHe paid for it with blood red, white, and blue
And it wasn't just for me, but everyone whose free
Even for ungrateful kids like you
My Pa went to Iraq and he never made
back
But he left me this here fortune in my
genesI spent my vacation driving this great nation
And for your information you might learn
There is hope and inspiration in loving God's creation
Good folks around almost every turn
And he reached in to his pocket
And he pulled out thirty centsAs he spoke he lined the pennies in a row
And as those pennies hit the table
You could see this kid was able
He had thirty copper Lincolns he could show
Then he reached into the right side and
he pulled out twenty more
These were flat, and they were crushed,
and they were worn
I ain't go no photos of the things that
I've been through
So I guess these copper coins gotta doWe passed through twenty states
As we traveled to this place
Wandering and sometimes switching back
And before I left each place,
Each free united stateI placed a shining penny on its track
Now these flattened pennies take me back
This
one's Minnesota,
This
one's ArkansasTwo from the Dakotas you can see
These are Alabama, Indiana, Tennessee
All of them were minted just for me
We
tilled soil, we bailed hay,
We
worked almost every dayWe picked corn in Oklahoma spuds in Idaho
We cleaned oil from the Gulf of Mexico
We
mowed lawns in Kentucky
In
Nevada I was luckyI found a ten dollar chip upon the ground
Every
Sunday we took time to lay around
It
wasn't all just workPicking fruit and breaking dirt
We had our share of time for kicking back
Some days I walked barefoot feeling free
I felt the nitty gritty dirt beneath my feet
If
I close my eyes I hear those freight trains now
All
those memories of working and driving roundIn his hand he held each penny
Like a treasure rich and rare
And as they listened to his stories
They were there
Each one had a tale from the rail where
it was made
And of many wholesome folks along the
lineThey rode the ribbon of highway
Singing good old Guthrie songs
Living life, driving round and feeling fine
This California coin sends a shiver
down my spine
Makes me think my life is ruled by the
divineAs we drove by Folsom prison
The radio was playing walk the line
We didn't have no credit,
But we had Johnny CashKeeping us from crossing into bad
Every night we gave thanks for what we had
I still don't know how she did it
After working in fieldsBut ma always managed to cook us up a meal
On a camp stove by our beat up Chevy Van
Nothing seasons food like hunger can
I plan to spend my senior year
In this school with you right hereI hope you might just take me as I am
After graduation I'll sign up with Uncle Sam
Moving on and pulling stakes
It isn't all that easy making friendsDon't get me wrong I've met good folk on the way,
But we'd only see each other for a day
I haven't pressed my penny
For the state of WashingtonYou can tag along if you think it might be fun
Unless your too busy tagging selfies on your phone
This one will be penny 21
If you like I can show you how it's doneWith the 29 remaining I hold the future in my hands
I got goals and I got dreams and I have plans
I ain't got no page to send a friend
request
And maybe that's the way I like it bestBut since we met in real life
I thought it would be nice
To shake your hand and simply learn your name
So he walked on down the rows
And he shook each classmate's handHe smiled and looked them squarely in the eyes
As he learned all their names he turned the table on the shame
None of them would ever be the same
Fifty shiny pennies fifty shining
states
Fifty stars flying on the flagIf you were crushed by yesterday
You might just walk away
Giving up is not the same as moving on
Just you are rich you are free and you are strong
Anyone with common sense
Could be rich with fifty cents
It's not the money but the sense that is so rare.
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