Lyrics
Yeah
She come over that ocean wind
Didn’t know nobody didn’t bring no friend
Just a head full’a lines and plans
And fire waitin’ in her hands
Back home they got them old stone towns
Cathedrals tall and kings with crowns
But that girl got tired’a them narrow streets
Wanted sky stretchin’ past her feet
So she lit out west where the sun sit low
Said I reckon I’ll see how far I go
Didn’t come lookin’ for no parade
Just wanted dirt and a kiln well-made
Ain’t no throne she tryna claim
Just somethin’ honest with her name
Two parts clay and a little bit’a wood
Mix it slow like a woman should
Stack that fire let it roll
Let that heat get down in your soul
Two parts sweat and a steady eye
Ain’t afraid’a burnin’ high
She don’t beg and she don’t sway
She builds her world two parts clay
She run them saws and them steel-cut lines
Fusion screens and long late nights
Dust in her hair grit on her jeans
Workin’ out them in-between dreams
Then life come knockin’ hard one day
Said Girl you best not drift away
She said Lord I ain’t done yet
Found herself by them kilns all set
Laguna dirt on her skin
That’s where she learned to begin
Two parts clay and a little bit’a wood
Fire it hot like you know you could
Shape that face till it starts to breathe
Glaze fall down like autumn leaves
Two parts will and backbone bone
She don’t need no golden throne
Just a flame and some red dirt way
That’s how she lives two parts clay
Now inspiration ain’t sweet talk nice
It cost you blood and it cost you price
But she ain’t scared’a sweat and flame
Ain’t ashamed’a where she came
She ain’t runnin’ from them roots
Just needed room to lace her boots
And down South where the air hang slow
She found her fire start to glow
Two parts clay and a little bit’a wood
Mix it rough mix it good
Let that kiln light up the night
Turn that struggle into light
Two parts grit and hands that stay
She ain’t driftin’ away
From France to ‘Bama same ol’ way
She builds her life two parts clay
Two parts clay
Little bit’a wood
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