My folks they were always the first family to arrive

With seven people jammed into a car that seated five

There was one bathroom to bathe and shave in

Six of us stood in line

And hot water for only three

But we all did just fine



Talk about your miracles

Talk about your faith

My dad he could make things grow

Out of Indiana clay

Mom could make a gourmet meal

Out of just cornbread and beans

And they worked to give faith hands and feet

And somehow gave it wings



I can still hear my dad cussin'

He's working late out in the barn

The spring planting is coming

And the tractors just won't run

Mom she's done the laundry

I can see it waving on the line

Now they've stayed together

Through the pain and the strain of those times



Talk about your miracles

Talk about your faith

My dad he could make things grow

Out of Indiana clay

Mom could make a gourmet meal

Out of just cornbread and beans

And they worked to give faith hands and feet

And somehow gave it wings



And now they've raised five children

One winter they lost a son

But the pain didn't leave them crippled

And the scars have made them strong

Never picture perfect

Just a plain man and his wife

Who somehow knew the value

Of hard work, good love, and real life



Talk about your miracles

Talk about your faith

My dad he could make things grow

Out of Indiana clay

Mom could make a gourmet meal

Out of just cornbread and beans

And they worked to give faith hands and feet

And somehow gave it wings