It'll All Work Out - Blake Mills

West Valley, Mormon family with seven hungry mouths to feed

And that’s how she learned to raise my sister and me

And voted Nixon in the seventies

And it would all work out, it would all work out

My mother was the youngest child

No college education, wasn’t ever her style

But she knew just how to make a quarterback smile

And it would all work out, it’ll all work out

My father loved us right, stayed up at night

Tryin' to keep the checkbook tighter

Than a duck’s ass going down a waterslide

Oh, I know he tried

Became a victim of the mortgage spikes

Collections calling every night since 1999

In 10 more years, you’ll think the interest rates’ll decline

It’ll all work out, it’ll all work out, it’ll all work out

He’d say, «go to college, get your knowledge straightened out»

With inherit desperation in the way it sounded

Like he’d bet on it and now it seemed his odds were down

Well, thank you, Dad, I love you, and I hope you’re proud

And I’m sorry that I didn’t take the road you laid down

But it’ll all work out, it’ll all work out, it’ll all work out

Is that your letter in the middle of the pile?

I must have been out of town for quite a little while

The stitches in your arm must have healed by now

Fuck that plumber if your heat is still out

And don’t be scared, I know you can still throw down

It’ll all work out, it’ll all work out

Now I don’t feel a speck of hate

Really, no, I’m trying to get my story straight

When you called me from the car when you were on your way

With your friend from San Francisco that you told me was gay

And I guess he was a closet straight

Get it all out now and it’ll all work out

It’ll all work out

It’ll all, it’ll all, it’ll all, it’ll all work out, work out now