[Verse 1] I keep a can on the shelf I keep a matchbox for the dark Loose change in the jar And a map in the glovebox marked I seen that river rise I seen the pine trees bend So I don't wait on luck When the cold front rolls in [Pre-Chorus] I lock the gate before the storm I stack wood by the porch If the wind comes calling hard I'll be ready at the door [Chorus] I can read the weather in the bruised-blue seam overhead Got a little extra set aside, tucked and fed I don't chase the morning I meet it with a plan in my hand I catch it like a bucket at the pump Yeah, I move before the ground wakes up [Verse 2] I patch my boots on Sunday I fill the tank on pay day Tin under the sink And a radio tuned to the way Old man said, "Son, take heed Winter don't ring no bell" So I keep what I can And I know my own well [Pre-Chorus] I lock the gate before the storm I stack wood by the porch If the wind comes calling hard I'll be ready at the door [Chorus] I can read the weather in the bruised-blue seam overhead Got a little extra set aside, tucked and fed I don't chase the morning I meet it with a plan in my hand I catch it like a bucket at the pump Yeah, I move before the ground wakes up [Bridge] If the road goes rough And the whole sky goes gray I'll have oil in the lamp And a little left away No panic in my blood No fear in my chest I made peace with the hard days By getting ready first [Chorus] I can read the weather in the bruised-blue seam overhead Got a little extra set aside, tucked and fed I don't chase the morning I meet it with a plan in my hand I catch it like a bucket at the pump Yeah, I move before the ground wakes up
