I am from swimming in Donaldson Creek
Crystal Clear spring water as cold as ice
I am from the smoke house out back
where Grant Champion hams were cured
with salt, smoke and decorated with blue ribbons
I am from smokey diners
and old man rattling off lies
I am from awkward silence
and conversations that died painful deaths
I am from small churches and bootleggers
And bootleggers in small churches
All of us hoping to escape the fire
I am from sin
And I did it proud
Į am from redemption
that was paid for by a stranger
I’m from living in the moment
And putting off what can’t be done later
