"Craig" lyrics
(feat. MercyMe)
I met Craig at a church called Redeeming Grace
It's like he understood my "I don't want to be here" face
I felt out of place and I smelled like beer
But he just shook my hand, said "I'm glad you're here"
He says, "We'll all be judged"
But he was never judgmental
And even though my songs don't belong in no hymnal
He'd quote me my lyrics, slap me on the back
Said, "Man you've got a gift! How you write like that?"
Yeah, I know, he sounds cool, right?
Not your typical kid from Sunday school, right?
I still ain't figured out church yet
But Craig, I get
Nah he can't walk on water, or turn the Napa Valley red
But he just might be tight with a man that did
Now he's not the light of the world
But I wish that mine was bright as his
Yeah he just might be tight with a man that is
When you lose a record deal, y'all the perks fade fast
Dealership said, "We're gonna need to get that minivan back"
So we were down on one car
And broke as I felt
Had my wife and six kids and only five seat belts
I needed help but couldn't admit, I was struggling
I said, "Craig, it's all good"
But he knew it all wasn't
A "Hey man I'm praying for you" would've been sufficient but nah
He took roadside assistance to a
Whole other level, to sacrificial heights
Showed up at the ballpark after my son's game one night
In two cars with his wife Laura watching from the other
I said "What in the world are y'all doing here, brother?"
He just laughed inside that old Chrysler town and country van
With the keys and the title, and a pen in his hand
Said, "Man, all you gotta do is sign and it's yours"
I said, "Nah, no way"
But he wouldn't take "Nah" for an answer
He said, "Please dude
Somebody did this for me once, just let me do this for you"
We argued about it for a little while
And I teared up, and Craig smiled
Yeah, I know, he sounds cool, right?
Not your typical kid from Sunday school, right?
He can't walk on water, or turn the Napa Valley red
But he just might be tight with a man that did
Now he's not the light of the world
But I wish that mine was bright as his
Yeah he just might be tight with a man that is
My pride was way too ashamed to be adequately grateful at the moment
But I signed the dotted line, and I drove the kids home
And when a cop pulled up beside us
At the light, they didn't have to duck
Because thanks to Craig
They were all buckled up
It's like he understood my "I don't want to be here" face
I felt out of place and I smelled like beer
But he just shook my hand, said "I'm glad you're here"
He says, "We'll all be judged"
But he was never judgmental
And even though my songs don't belong in no hymnal
He'd quote me my lyrics, slap me on the back
Said, "Man you've got a gift! How you write like that?"
Yeah, I know, he sounds cool, right?
Not your typical kid from Sunday school, right?
I still ain't figured out church yet
But Craig, I get
Nah he can't walk on water, or turn the Napa Valley red
But he just might be tight with a man that did
Now he's not the light of the world
But I wish that mine was bright as his
Yeah he just might be tight with a man that is
When you lose a record deal, y'all the perks fade fast
Dealership said, "We're gonna need to get that minivan back"
So we were down on one car
And broke as I felt
Had my wife and six kids and only five seat belts
I needed help but couldn't admit, I was struggling
I said, "Craig, it's all good"
But he knew it all wasn't
A "Hey man I'm praying for you" would've been sufficient but nah
He took roadside assistance to a
Whole other level, to sacrificial heights
Showed up at the ballpark after my son's game one night
In two cars with his wife Laura watching from the other
I said "What in the world are y'all doing here, brother?"
He just laughed inside that old Chrysler town and country van
With the keys and the title, and a pen in his hand
Said, "Man, all you gotta do is sign and it's yours"
I said, "Nah, no way"
But he wouldn't take "Nah" for an answer
He said, "Please dude
Somebody did this for me once, just let me do this for you"
We argued about it for a little while
And I teared up, and Craig smiled
Yeah, I know, he sounds cool, right?
Not your typical kid from Sunday school, right?
He can't walk on water, or turn the Napa Valley red
But he just might be tight with a man that did
Now he's not the light of the world
But I wish that mine was bright as his
Yeah he just might be tight with a man that is
My pride was way too ashamed to be adequately grateful at the moment
But I signed the dotted line, and I drove the kids home
And when a cop pulled up beside us
At the light, they didn't have to duck
Because thanks to Craig
They were all buckled up
Writer(s): Walker Hayes
