Mrs Papageorgio - Red, White, and True

[Intro - ringing guitar, distant crowd ambience] [Verse 1 - warm, conversational] She wakes up with the coffee, Turns the music up too loud, Got a camera by the window, And a little sunshine in the clouds. Almost Heaven in her rearview, West Virginia in her veins, She can find a little beauty In the middle of the mundane. She's got dogs around her feet, A good book on the chair, A laugh that sneaks out sideways When she probably shouldn't dare. She says, "Grace over perfection," And I think she's got it right— You don't need a polished picture When you're living real life. [Pre-Chorus - building] Twenty-seven years, And the story's still alive, Through the hard days and the good ones, She's still standing by his side. [Chorus - huge, anthemic] Hey, Mrs. Papageorgio, With the whole world at your door, You've got a heart full of faith And you're always giving more. Hey, Steph Grey, keep shining, Let that wild heart run free, A little Gen X thunder, A little mountain melody. She's got coffee in the morning, She's got music in her soul, And when life gets complicated, She just laughs and lets it roll. Hey, Mrs. Papageorgio— Raise a glass and sing it loud: Here's to grace, here's to love, Here's to standing out from the crowd. [Verse 2 - driving guitars] She's got photographs of moments That the world might hurry past, The kind you wish you'd stopped for, The kind you wish would last. She doesn't need a filter To make a memory shine, Just a little bit of sunlight And a reason to hit "capture" one more time. She's a Gigi, she's a wife, She's a friend when friends need one, She's got faith beneath the battle And a laugh beneath the sun. She's been married twenty-seven, Still got fire in her eyes— Turns out love ain't just forever, It's forever choosing "try." [Pre-Chorus - bigger] So here's to every morning, Every mile and every year, Every "we've been through some things" That somehow brought you here. [Chorus - evolved] Hey, Mrs. Papageorgio, With the whole world at your door, You've got a heart full of faith And you're still giving more. Hey, Steph Grey, keep shining, Let that wild heart run free, A little Gen X thunder, A little mountain melody. She's got coffee in the morning, She's got music turned up high, And if somebody asks her age, She'll just laugh and say, "Nice try." Hey, Mrs. Papageorgio— Let that West Virginia sky Remind you where you're rooted, And how far you've learned to fly. [Bridge - stripped down, piano and acoustic] [Half-time feel] Grace over perfection, That's the line she chose to live. You don't measure out a good life By the things you couldn't give. You measure it in photographs, In paw prints on the floor, In somebody saying "I love you" After twenty-seven years or more. [Build - drums return] And if the world gets noisy, Turn that music up again! If the road gets rough, Hold on to your people, hold on to your friends! [Instrumental - soaring guitar solo] [Final Chorus - full stadium, gang vocals] Hey, Mrs. Papageorgio, Tonight the lights are yours! You've got twenty-seven years And a thousand open doors. Hey, Steph Grey, keep shining, Let that wild heart run free, With a little faith behind you And those West Virginia dreams. Coffee in the morning, Music shaking every wall, Dogs barking in the hallway, And she's laughing through it all. Hey, Mrs. Papageorgio— Yeah, we're singing this for you: For the woman, for the wife, For the friend who's always true. [Final Refrain - crowd vocals] Mrs. Papageorgio! Keep the music turned up loud! Mrs. Papageorgio! Keep on laughing at the crowd! Mrs. Papageorgio! Grace over perfect every time— Almost Heaven in her heart, And a little thunder in her eyes. [Outro - guitar rings out] Yeah... Almost Heaven in her heart. And she ain't slowing down tonight.