Lyrics Blake Shelton

Blake Shelton

Problems at Home

Fires are burning up the forests

Down along the Amazon

There's children starving in Guatemala

They're just barely hanging on

[chorus]

And I pray they'll find the answer

That there's a way to right the wrong

And Lord while you're listening

Could I mention some troubles of my own

I got problems right here at home

A teenage boy in Mississippi

Brings his daddy's gun to school

A little girl in New York City

Buys cocaine for Mama to use

[chorus]

My wife is crying; Our baby's fighting

A battle that she may not win

The doctor's doing all that he can

God now it's all in your hands

And I pray they'll find the answer

That there's a way to right the wrong

Now I'm just one man, a grain of sand

In a troubled world I know

But I've got a problem right here at home

I've got a problem right here at home