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[Verse 1]
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 '70s
It would all work out, it would all work out
[Verse 2]
My mother was the youngest child
No college education, wasn't ever her style
But she knew just how to make a quarterback smile
It would all work out, it'll all work out
[Verse 3]
My father loved us right
Stayed up tryna keep the checkbook
Tighter than a duck's ass goin' down a waterslide
Oh, I know he tried
Became a victim of the mortgage spikes
Collections callin' every night since 1999
In ten more years, you'd think the interest rates decline
It'll all work out, it'll all work out
It'll all work out
[Verse 4]
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 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
[Verse 5]
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 would all work out, it would all work out
[Verse 6]
Now I don't feel a speck of hate
Really, no, I'm tryna get my story straight
When you called me from the car, when you were on your way
With your friend of 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
Written by: Blake Mills