There's plenty of weeks that we can't afford to stay,
but we've always got something good on our plates,
and I count my blessings.
This ain't no mansion,
it's a house and a yard.
It keeps out the rain if it don't rain real hard,
and I count my blessings.
I count on my fingers the real friends I have.
I count on the good times outweighing the bad,
and I count on my faith that someday I'll figure out
why there are so many who don't have a blessing to count.
The weekend comes round and we kinda get bored,
but pizza and movies are what we can afford,
and I count my blessings.
I've got a job, but it won't make me rich.
My friends who are laid off would love to have it,
and I count my blessings.
I count on my woman for love every day,
and I count on my kids for a smile
on my face,
and I count on my faith that someday I'll figure out
why there's those who have
plenty and those who have some,
but there's just too many of those who have none,
and
I count on my faith that someday I'll figure
out
why there are so many who don't have a
blessing to count.
Why there are so many who don't have a blessing to count.