Is there anyone listnin’ who hadn't thought about quittin’
And runnin’ away
Is there anyone here who hadn’t feared
What’s comin’ next day
Is there anyone who hadn’t felt like a fool
And asked yourself what am I gonna do

You gotta reach way down
Ride those feelin’s out
For your family, faith and freedom
You work hard to hold onto
Do what you gotta do

A single mom in the city or a farm in Mississippi
Some roads run uphill
You make your own breaks and your own mistakes
Doin’ what you feel
After more than a few walls ran into
You tell yourself to hell with the rules

You gotta reach way down
Ride those feelin’s out
For your family, faith and freedom
You work hard to hold onto
Do what you gotta do

Dead tired you wanna stop, don’t wanna go another round
But without a second thought, you drop that plow back in the ground

You gotta reach way down
Ride those feelin’s out
For your family, faith and freedom
You work hard to hold onto
For your family, faith and freedom
Make no excuse
Do what you gotta do
Do what you gotta do