I am here to tell you we can never meet again Simple really, isn't it, a word or two and then A lifetime of not knowing where or how or why or when You
(originally by John Anderson) There's a little boy, in our neighborhood. His name is Charlie Jackson, and he's really lookin' good. I had to go and see
Mama's cryin' again, her baby's nowhere to be found The world has gone and taken her away Daddy went and ran off with some white trash half his age Left
Hung my cotton dress on rusted wire Up there on Pelahatchie bridge Just a crazy roughnecks daughter Jumped head first into the water Baptized away my
it, give. I been down right stubborn, At one time or another, And found it easier to bend. I've had a shoulder to lean on Been the one who got to be
Cross my heart and I swear the truth Love was dead to me until I met you I spent a lot of time building up these walls Then you come strutting in with
I need a good friend Well who died and crowned me everybody's everything? I'm even busting my butt through the weekend By the time I get home there's
Hush, hush Why don't you want to talk about it? Bitch, bitch You don't need to sugar coat it I don't want us to ever get To the point where we can'
Mama's high heels, cherry lipstick And a goodwill dress Play pretending, danced for the mirror A fairytale princess Chorus Pretty things are yours to
(feat. Marc Broussard) I would've slipped off my jeans And slipped on my heels If I knew I'd see you This diamond ring gets kinda loose Gotta watch myself
I know what makes me comfortable And I know what makes me tick And I when I need to get my way I know how to pour it on thick Cream and sugar in my coffee
When I'm walking down the street On a quiet afternoon When I hear our favorite song and it gets me in the mood When I don't know who I am And the world
Honey on a teaspoon Sugar in a bowl An eager man's always an easy catch Butter on the skillet Whisky in a glass To start a flame you've got to light
Tell me will I ever be the one To take my hands off the wheel and let it slide Seems like I've always been the one That can't sit back and just enjoy
same to someone else it aint about you So don't be so hard on yourself *chorus* Bridge 3 Reba: oh we've all loved and lost It's happened to us all LeAnn
Up and down the stairs In and out the door Walked every inch of the floor You think you know a place But there locked in an empty room Out of the dark
I want the truth when the world is lying I want to live or at least die trying I want to share my soul cause it heals me every time I want to scream when
You been gone You been gone You been gone one day One day to long I'm the kind of woman who understands How the road can be so hard on a traveling man
