East Coast map dot, midnight truck stop I call, you pick up It's nine in the valley, you just got the kids down And you ask how my show was Some friends are a season, fall with the leaves Never evergreen, then there's us Becca You fell in love with the farmer's son And you're living off the land You reap what you sow and you eat what you grow Four barefoot kids in a van Your long days look like a storybook And it's written in your own hand Becca You got a mighty fine family, a mighty fine life Waylon and Roxy, Juno, Oakley and Rye Girl, you must be doing something, something right Mm, yeah Now we're three plane tickets every time we come to visit But it's like no time's gone by Girl, ain't it a trip, got a kid on my hip Yeah, we're in the thick of life I can see us in our eighties watching all our babies' babies Eating strawberries off the vine Becca Got a mighty fine family, a mighty fine life Waylon and Roxy, Juno, Oakley and Rye Girl, you must be doing something, something right Oh, yeah, mm, yeah I'll be there for you Like your mama and your daddy didn't know how I'm so proud of you How you took a tough story and you turned it around Becca, look at you now You took a patchwork heart from a childhood of pain And you sewed up a brand new quilt To shelter your own from a broken home So you'll never know your mother's guilt And you won't get what you never got back But look at what you've built Becca A mighty fine life