Lyrics

He walked right into the end zone
Yeah it was cover 3
I busted my assignment
I hated 17
When the game was over
Dad already knew
He said, “Son, you’ve got nothin’ left to prove.”

This town ain’t much to look at
Tumbleweeds and blowin’ sand
Played by the wind and pump jacks
Narrow dreams and risky plans
Staring at the margins,
I’ve seen more busts than booms
He said, “Son, you’ve got nothin’ left to prove.”

Bloom where you’re planted
Stand your ground and show some fight
Love your neighbor, flee from Darkness
And keep running towards the Light
When the task at hand has ended
and the race you’ve run is through
“Son, you’ve got nothing left to prove.”

We’re all here for your Arrival
7 grandkids in the room
Reading from the family Bible
Nothing stronger than the truth
I pray for peace and understanding
And hear the Lord now say to you
“Son, you’ve got nothing left to prove.”