Becca

East Coast map dot, midnight truck stop
I call, you pick up
It's nine in the valley, you just got the kids down
And you ask how my show was
Some friends are a season, fall with the leaves
Never evergreen, then there's us
Becca

You fell in love with the farmer's son
And you're living off the land
You reap what you sow and you eat what you grow
Four barefoot kids in a van
Your long days look like a storybook
And it's written in your own hand
Becca

You got a mighty fine family, a mighty fine life
Waylon and Roxy, Juno, Oakley and Rye
Girl, you must be doing something, something right
Mm, yeah

Now we're three plane tickets every time we come to visit
But it's like no time's gone by
Girl, ain't it a trip, got a kid on my hip
Yeah, we're in the thick of life
I can see us in our eighties watching all our babies' babies
Eating strawberries off the vine
Becca

Got a mighty fine family, a mighty fine life
Waylon and Roxy, Juno, Oakley and Rye
Girl, you must be doing something, something right
Oh, yeah, mm, yeah

I'll be there for you
Like your mama and your daddy didn't know how
I'm so proud of you
How you took a tough story and you turned it around
Becca, look at you now

You took a patchwork heart from a childhood of pain
And you sewed up a brand new quilt
To shelter your own from a broken home
So you'll never know your mother's guilt
And you won't get what you never got back
But look at what you've built
Becca

A mighty fine life