Songtext Uh-oh Fair To Midland

Uh-oh

I went right back home, you would have done the same
Never washed your hands if you knew they'd dig up dirt again
It took a drought to wash her out
So I was the sun that slapped the rain
Until we all knew she'd go down the drain

They're the jacks of all trades
The fruits of our labor were laid out to rot
They danced and sang to the sound of Amazing Grace
I told you so, I told you so, I told you so

Uh oh! Uh oh!

I got a running start, and during my second wind
I stirred up all the dust with an iron fist and a hair brush
The prettiest picture you ever saw, prettiest picture not on the wall
I heard a voice, covered my eyes
And wore a big smile when we dropped like flies

They're the jacks of all trades
The fruits of our labor were laid out to rot
They danced and sang to the sound of Amazing Grace
I told you so, I told you so, I told you so

I went right back home, you would have done the same
Don't dare wash your hands; we both know they'll dig up dirt again
I got a running start, and during my second wind
Had a fit like the bitter son of Abraham

Hold your breath
Did you see the light?
Or did your cold shoulder leave us in the ice?

They're the jacks of all trades
The fruits of our labor were laid out to rot
They danced and sang to the sound of Amazing Grace
We are, we are, we are...

They danced and sang to the sound of Amazing Grace
I told you so, I told you so, I told you so

Uh oh! Uh oh!