Her momma used to keep
that dusty old needle on Gospel and Country Gold
Her Daddy use to be wild
Sold the motorcycle, but raised her on Rock 'n' Roll
That brown leather bible
and Van Halen vinyl's the only tradition she holds
And she'll sing out loud
when she's lost when she's found
from a hymn book that everyone knows
And it goes like

Oh, oh, God bless it
Oh, oh, let it play
In every hometown, the heartbeat pounds
To the sound of American Grace
How sweet the sound of American Grace

There's a Midwest kid with his headphones in
His hero's hanging up on the wall
His folks are fighting down stairs, but the guitar's there
So he plays to get away from it all
Well, seventeen's brutal and high school's cruel
Girl's are great until they don't call
Tired of not fitting in, start a band with some friends
Born again, feelin' ten feet tall
And he's singin'

Oh, oh, God bless it
Oh, oh, let it play
In every hometown, the heartbeat pounds
To the sound of American Grace
How sweet the sound of American Grace

Let's go (Oh)
God Bless it (Oh)
Oh, let it play in every hometown
the heartbeat pounds (Oh, oh)
The sound of American Grace
To the sound of American Grace