Answer
|
He
|
said
|
the
|
way
|
my
|
blue
|
eyes
|
shined
|
Put
|
those
|
Georgia
|
stars
|
to
|
shame
|
that
|
night
|
I
|
said,
|
That's
|
a
|
lie"
|
Just
|
a
|
boy
|
in
|
a
|
Chevy
|
truck
|
That
|
had
|
a
|
tendency
|
of
|
gettin'
|
stuck
|
On
|
back
|
roads
|
at
|
night
|
And
|
I
|
was
|
right
|
there
|
beside
|
him
|
all
|
summer
|
long
|
And
|
then
|
the
|
time
|
we
|
woke
|
up
|
to
|
find
|
that
|
summer
|
gone
|
But
|
when
|
you
|
think
|
Tim
|
McGraw
|
I
|
hope
|
you
|
think
|
my
|
favorite
|
song
|
The
|
one
|
we
|
danced
|
to
|
all
|
night
|
long
|
The
|
moon
|
like
|
a
|
spotlight
|
on
|
the
|
lake
|
When
|
you
|
think
|
happiness
|
I
|
hope
|
you
|
think
|
that
|
little
|
black
|
dress
|
Think
|
of
|
my
|
head
|
on
|
your
|
chest
|
And
|
my
|
old
|
faded
|
blue
|
jeans
|
When
|
you
|
think
|
Tim
|
McGraw
|
I
|
hope
|
you
|
think
|
of
|
me
|
September
|
saw
|
a
|
month
|
of
|
tears
|
And
|
thankin'
|
God
|
that
|
you
|
weren't
|
here
|
To
|
see
|
me
|
like
|
that
|
But
|
in
|
a
|
box
|
beneath
|
my
|
bed
|
Is
|
a
|
letter
|
that
|
you
|
never
|
read
|
From
|
three
|
summers
|
back
|
It's
|
hard
|
not
|
to
|
find
|
it
|
all
|
a
|
little
|
bittersweet
|
And
|
lookin'
|
back
|
on
|
all
|
of
|
that,
|
it's
|
nice
|
to
|
believe
|
When
|
you
|
think
|
Tim
|
McGraw
|
I
|
hope
|
you
|
think
|
my
|
favorite
|
song
|
The
|
one
|
we
|
danced
|
to
|
all
|
night
|
long
|
The
|
moon
|
like
|
a
|
spotlight
|
on
|
the
|
lake
|
When
|
you
|
think
|
happiness
|
I
|
hope
|
you
|
think
|
that
|
little
|
black
|
dress
|
Think
|
of
|
my
|
head
|
on
|
your
|
chest
|
And
|
my
|
old
|
faded
|
blue
|
jeans
|
When
|
you
|
think
|
Tim
|
McGraw
|
I
|
hope
|
you
|
think
|
of
|
me
|
And
|
I'm
|
back
|
for
|
the
|
first
|
time
|
since
|
then
|
I'm
|
standin'
|
on
|
your
|
street
|
And
|
there's
|
a
|
letter
|
left
|
on
|
your
|
doorstep
|
And
|
the
|
first
|
thing
|
that
|
you'll
|
read
|
is:
|
When
|
you
|
think
|
Tim
|
McGraw
|
I
|
hope
|
you
|
think
|
my
|
favorite
|
song
|
Someday
|
you'll
|
turn
|
your
|
radio
|
on
|
I
|
hope
|
it
|
takes
|
you
|
back
|
to
|
that
|
place"
|
When
|
you
|
think
|
happiness
|
I
|
hope
|
you
|
think
|
that
|
little
|
black
|
dress
|
Think
|
of
|
my
|
head
|
on
|
your
|
chest
|
And
|
my
|
old
|
faded
|
blue
|
jeans
|
When
|
you
|
think
|
Tim
|
McGraw
|
I
|
hope
|
you
|
think
|
of
|
me
|
Oh,
|
think
|
of
|
me
|
Mmmm
|
He
|
said
|
the
|
way
|
my
|
blue
|
eyes
|
shined
|
Put
|
those
|
Georgia
|
stars
|
to
|
shame
|
that
|
night
|
I
|
said,
|
That's
|
a
|
lie"
|
State
|
the
|
obvious,
|
I
|
didn't
|
get
|
my
|
perfect
|
fantasy
|
I
|
realize
|
you
|
love
|
yourself
|
more
|
than
|
you
|
could
|
ever
|
love
|
me
|
So
|
go
|
and
|
tell
|
your
|
friends
|
that
|
I'm
|
obsessive
|
and
|
crazy
|
That's
|
fine
|
I'll
|
tell
|
mine
|
that
|
you're
|
gay!
|
By
|
the
|
way...
|
I
|
hate
|
that
|
stupid
|
old
|
pickup
|
truck
|
You
|
never
|
let
|
me
|
drive
|
You're
|
a
|
redneck
|
heartbreak
|
Who's
|
really
|
bad
|
|
Answer
|
at
|
lying
|
So
|
watch
|
me
|
strike
|
a
|
match
|
On
|
all
|
my
|
wasted
|
time
|
As
|
far
|
as
|
I'm
|
concerned
|
You're
|
just
|
another
|
picture
|
to
|
burn!
|
There's
|
no
|
time
|
for
|
tears
|
I'm
|
just
|
sitting
|
here
|
planning
|
my
|
revenge
|
There's
|
nothing
|
stopping
|
me
|
From
|
going
|
out
|
with
|
all
|
of
|
your
|
best
|
friends
|
And
|
if
|
you
|
come
|
around
|
saying
|
sorry
|
to
|
me
|
My
|
daddy's
|
gonna
|
show
|
you
|
how
|
sorry
|
you'll
|
be
|
'Cause
|
I
|
hate
|
that
|
stupid
|
old
|
pickup
|
truck
|
You
|
never
|
let
|
me
|
drive
|
You're
|
a
|
redneck
|
heartbreak
|
Who's
|
really
|
bad
|
at
|
lying
|
So
|
watch
|
me
|
strike
|
a
|
match
|
On
|
all
|
my
|
wasted
|
time
|
As
|
far
|
as
|
I'm
|
concerned
|
You're
|
just
|
another
|
picture
|
to
|
burn!
|
And
|
if
|
you're
|
missing
|
me
|
You'd
|
better
|
keep
|
it
|
to
|
yourself
|
'Cause
|
coming
|
back
|
around
|
here
|
Would
|
be
|
bad
|
for
|
your
|
health...
|
'Cause
|
I
|
hate
|
that
|
stupid
|
old
|
pickup
|
truck
|
You
|
never
|
let
|
me
|
drive
|
You're
|
a
|
redneck
|
heartbreak
|
Who's
|
really
|
bad
|
at
|
lying
|
So
|
watch
|
me
|
strike
|
a
|
match
|
On
|
all
|
my
|
wasted
|
time
|
In
|
case
|
you
|
haven't
|
heard
|
I
|
really
|
really
|
hate
|
that...
|
Stupid
|
old
|
pickup
|
truck
|
You
|
never
|
let
|
me
|
drive
|
You're
|
a
|
redneck
|
heartbreak
|
Who's
|
really
|
bad
|
at
|
lying
|
So
|
watch
|
me
|
strike
|
a
|
match
|
On
|
all
|
my
|
wasted
|
time
|
As
|
far
|
as
|
I'm
|
concerned
|
You're
|
just
|
another
|
picture
|
to
|
burn!
|
Burn,
|
burn,
|
burn,
|
baby,
|
burn
|
You're
|
just
|
another
|
picture
|
to
|
burn
|
Baby,
|
burn...
|
Drew
|
looks
|
at
|
me
|
I
|
fake
|
a
|
smile
|
so
|
he
|
won't
|
see
|
That
|
I
|
want
|
and
|
I'm
|
needing
|
Everything
|
that
|
we
|
should
|
be
|
I'll
|
bet
|
she's
|
beautiful,
|
that
|
girl
|
he
|
talks
|
about
|
And
|
she's
|
got
|
everything
|
that
|
I
|
have
|
to
|
live
|
without
|
Drew
|
talks
|
to
|
me
|
I
|
laugh
|
'cause
|
it's
|
just
|
so
|
funny
|
That
|
I
|
can't
|
even
|
see
|
Anyone
|
when
|
he's
|
with
|
me
|
He
|
says
|
he's
|
so
|
in
|
love,
|
he's
|
finally
|
got
|
it
|
right
|
I
|
wonder
|
if
|
he
|
knows
|
he's
|
all
|
I
|
think
|
about
|
at
|
night
|
He's
|
the
|
reason
|
for
|
the
|
teardrops
|
on
|
my
|
guitar
|
The
|
only
|
thing
|
that
|
keeps
|
me
|
wishing
|
on
|
a
|
wishing
|
star
|
He's
|
the
|
song
|
in
|
the
|
car
|
I
|
keep
|
singing.
|
Don't
|
know
|
why
|
I
|
do
|
Drew
|
walks
|
by
|
me
|
Can
|
he
|
tell
|
that
|
I
|
can't
|
breathe?
|
And
|
there
|
he
|
goes,
|
so
|
perfectly
|
The
|
kind
|
of
|
flawless
|
I
|
wish
|
I
|
could
|
be
|
She'd
|
better
|
hold
|
him
|
tight,
|
give
|
him
|
all
|
her
|
love
|
Look
|
in
|
those
|
beautiful
|
eyes
|
and
|
know
|
she's
|
lucky
|
'cause
|
He's
|
the
|
reason
|
for
|
the
|
teardrops
|
on
|
my
|
guitar
|
The
|
only
|
thing
|
that
|
keeps
|
me
|
wishing
|
on
|
a
|
wishing
|
star
|
He's
|
the
|
song
|
in
|
the
|
car
|
I
|
keep
|
singing.
|
Don't
|
know
|
why
|
I
|
do
|
|
Answer
|
So,
|
I
|
drive
|
home
|
alone
|
As
|
I
|
turn
|
out
|
the
|
light
|
I'll
|
put
|
his
|
picture
|
down
|
And
|
maybe
|
get
|
some
|
sleep
|
tonight
|
'Cause
|
he's
|
the
|
reason
|
for
|
the
|
teardrops
|
on
|
my
|
guitar
|
The
|
only
|
one
|
who's
|
got
|
enough
|
of
|
me
|
to
|
break
|
my
|
heart
|
He's
|
the
|
song
|
in
|
the
|
car
|
I
|
keep
|
singing.
|
Don't
|
know
|
why
|
I
|
do
|
He's
|
the
|
time
|
taken
|
up,
|
but
|
there's
|
never
|
enough
|
And
|
he's
|
all
|
that
|
I
|
need
|
to
|
fall
|
into
|
Drew
|
looks
|
at
|
me
|
I
|
fake
|
a
|
smile
|
so
|
he
|
won't
|
see
|
I
|
don't
|
know
|
what
|
I
|
want,
|
so
|
don't
|
ask
|
me
|
'Cause
|
I'm
|
still
|
trying
|
to
|
figure
|
it
|
out
|
Don't
|
know
|
what's
|
down
|
this
|
road,
|
I'm
|
just
|
walking
|
Trying
|
to
|
see
|
through
|
the
|
rain
|
coming
|
down
|
Even
|
though
|
I'm
|
not
|
the
|
only
|
one
|
Who
|
feels
|
the
|
way
|
I
|
do
|
I'm
|
alone,
|
on
|
my
|
own,
|
and
|
that's
|
all
|
I
|
know
|
I'll
|
be
|
strong,
|
I'll
|
be
|
wrong,
|
oh
|
but
|
life
|
goes
|
on
|
Oh,
|
I'm
|
just
|
a
|
girl,
|
trying
|
to
|
find
|
a
|
place
|
in
|
this
|
world
|
Got
|
the
|
radio
|
on,
|
my
|
old
|
blue
|
jeans
|
And
|
I'm
|
wearing
|
my
|
heart
|
on
|
my
|
sleeve
|
Feeling
|
lucky
|
today,
|
got
|
the
|
sunshine
|
Could
|
you
|
tell
|
me
|
what
|
more
|
do
|
I
|
need
|
And
|
tomorrow's
|
just
|
a
|
mystery,
|
oh
|
yeah
|
But
|
that's
|
OK
|
I'm
|
alone,
|
on
|
my
|
own,
|
and
|
that's
|
all
|
I
|
know
|
I'll
|
be
|
strong,
|
I'll
|
be
|
wrong,
|
oh
|
but
|
life
|
goes
|
on
|
Oh,
|
I'm
|
just
|
a
|
girl,
|
trying
|
to
|
find
|
a
|
place
|
in
|
this
|
world
|
Maybe
|
I'm
|
just
|
a
|
girl
|
on
|
a
|
mission
|
But
|
I'm
|
ready
|
to
|
fly
|
I'm
|
alone,
|
on
|
my
|
own,
|
and
|
that's
|
all
|
I
|
know
|
I'll
|
be
|
strong,
|
I'll
|
be
|
wrong,
|
oh
|
but
|
life
|
goes
|
on
|
Oh
|
I'm
|
alone,
|
on
|
my
|
own,
|
and
|
that's
|
all
|
I
|
know
|
Oh
|
I'm
|
just
|
a
|
girl,
|
trying
|
to
|
find
|
a
|
place
|
in
|
this
|
world
|
Oh
|
I'm
|
just
|
a
|
girl
|
Oh
|
I'm
|
just
|
a
|
girl,
|
oh,
|
oh
|
Oh
|
I'm
|
just
|
a
|
girl
|
You
|
have
|
a
|
way
|
of
|
coming
|
easily
|
to
|
me
|
And
|
when
|
you
|
take,
|
you
|
take
|
the
|
very
|
best
|
of
|
me
|
So
|
I
|
start
|
a
|
fight
|
'cause
|
I
|
need
|
to
|
feel
|
something
|
And
|
you
|
do
|
what
|
you
|
want
|
'cause
|
I'm
|
not
|
what
|
you
|
wanted
|
Oh,
|
what
|
a
|
shame,
|
what
|
a
|
rainy
|
ending
|
given
|
to
|
a
|
perfect
|
day
|
Just
|
walk
|
away,
|
ain't
|
no
|
use
|
defending
|
words
|
that
|
you
|
will
|
never
|
say
|
And
|
now
|
that
|
I'm
|
sitting
|
here
|
thinking
|
it
|
through
|
I've
|
never
|
been
|
anywhere
|
cold
|
as
|
you
|
You
|
put
|
up
|
walls
|
and
|
paint
|
them
|
all
|
a
|
shade
|
of
|
gray
|
And
|
I
|
stood
|
there
|
loving
|
you
|
and
|
wished
|
them
|
all
|
away
|
And
|
|
Answer
|
you
|
come
|
away
|
with
|
a
|
great
|
little
|
story
|
Of
|
a
|
mess
|
of
|
a
|
dreamer
|
with
|
the
|
nerve
|
to
|
adore
|
you
|
Oh,
|
what
|
a
|
shame,
|
what
|
a
|
rainy
|
ending
|
given
|
to
|
a
|
perfect
|
day
|
So
|
just
|
walk
|
away,
|
ain't
|
no
|
use
|
defending
|
words
|
that
|
you
|
will
|
never
|
say
|
And
|
now
|
that
|
I'm
|
sitting
|
here
|
thinking
|
it
|
through
|
I've
|
never
|
been
|
anywhere
|
cold
|
as
|
you
|
You
|
never
|
did
|
give
|
a
|
damn
|
thing,
|
honey,
|
but
|
I
|
cried,
|
cried
|
for
|
you
|
And
|
I
|
know
|
you
|
wouldn't
|
have
|
told
|
nobody
|
if
|
I
|
died,
|
died
|
for
|
you,
|
died
|
for
|
you
|
Oh,
|
what
|
a
|
shame,
|
what
|
a
|
rainy
|
ending
|
given
|
to
|
a
|
perfect
|
day
|
Every
|
smile
|
you
|
fake
|
is
|
so
|
condescending
|
counting
|
all
|
the
|
scars
|
you
|
made
|
And
|
now
|
that
|
I'm
|
sitting
|
here
|
thinking
|
it
|
through
|
I've
|
never
|
been
|
anywhere
|
cold
|
as
|
you
|
I
|
didn't
|
know
|
what
|
I
|
would
|
find
|
When
|
I
|
went
|
looking
|
for
|
a
|
reason
|
I
|
know
|
I
|
didn't
|
read
|
between
|
the
|
lines
|
And,
|
baby,
|
I've
|
got
|
nowhere
|
to
|
go
|
I
|
tried
|
to
|
take
|
the
|
road
|
less
|
traveled
|
by
|
But
|
nothing
|
seems
|
to
|
work
|
the
|
first
|
few
|
times
|
Am
|
I
|
right?
|
So
|
how
|
can
|
I
|
ever
|
try
|
to
|
be
|
better?
|
Nobody
|
ever
|
lets
|
me
|
in
|
I
|
can
|
still
|
see
|
you
|
This
|
ain't
|
the
|
best
|
view
|
On
|
the
|
outside
|
looking
|
in
|
And
|
I've
|
been
|
a
|
lot
|
of
|
lonely
|
places
|
I've
|
never
|
been
|
on
|
the
|
outside
|
You
|
saw
|
me
|
there,
|
but
|
never
|
knew
|
That
|
I
|
would
|
give
|
it
|
all
|
up
|
to
|
be
|
A
|
part
|
of
|
this,
|
a
|
part
|
of
|
you
|
And
|
now
|
it's
|
all
|
too
|
late.
|
So
|
you
|
see
|
You
|
could've
|
helped
|
if
|
you
|
had
|
wanted
|
to
|
But
|
no
|
one
|
notices
|
until
|
it's
|
too
|
late
|
to
|
do
|
anything
|
So
|
how
|
can
|
I
|
ever
|
try
|
to
|
be
|
better?
|
Nobody
|
ever
|
lets
|
me
|
in
|
I
|
can
|
still
|
see
|
you
|
This
|
ain't
|
the
|
best
|
view
|
On
|
the
|
outside
|
looking
|
in
|
And
|
I've
|
been
|
a
|
lot
|
of
|
lonely
|
places
|
I've
|
never
|
been
|
on
|
the
|
outside
|
Oh,
|
yeah
|
So
|
how
|
can
|
I
|
ever
|
try
|
to
|
be
|
better?
|
Nobody
|
ever
|
lets
|
me
|
in
|
And
|
I
|
can
|
still
|
see
|
you
|
This
|
ain't
|
the
|
best
|
view
|
On
|
the
|
outside
|
looking
|
in
|
And
|
I've
|
been
|
a
|
lot
|
of
|
lonely
|
places
|
I've
|
never
|
been
|
on
|
the
|
outside
|
Seems
|
the
|
only
|
one
|
who
|
doesn't
|
see
|
your
|
beauty
|
Is
|
the
|
face
|
in
|
the
|
mirror
|
looking
|
back
|
at
|
you
|
You
|
walk
|
around
|
here
|
thinking
|
you're
|
not
|
pretty
|
But
|
that's
|
not
|
TRUE
|
'cause
|
I
|
know
|
you
|
Hold
|
on,
|
baby,
|
you're
|
losing
|
it
|
The
|
water's
|
high,
|
you're
|
jumping
|
into
|
it
|
And
|
letting
|
go
|
And
|
no
|
one
|
knows
|
That
|
you
|
cry,
|
but
|
|
Answer
|
you
|
don't
|
tell
|
anyone
|
That
|
you
|
might
|
not
|
be
|
the
|
golden
|
one
|
And
|
you're
|
tied
|
together
|
with
|
a
|
smile
|
But
|
you're
|
coming
|
undone
|
I
|
guess
|
it's
|
TRUE
|
that
|
was
|
all
|
you
|
wanted
|
'Cause
|
you're
|
giving
|
it
|
away
|
like
|
it's
|
extra
|
change
|
Hoping
|
it
|
will
|
end
|
up
|
in
|
his
|
pocket
|
But
|
he
|
leaves
|
you
|
out
|
like
|
a
|
penny
|
in
|
the
|
rain
|
Oh,
|
'cause
|
it's
|
not
|
his
|
price
|
to
|
pay
|
It's
|
not
|
his
|
price
|
to
|
pay
|
Hold
|
on,
|
baby,
|
you're
|
losing
|
it
|
The
|
water's
|
high,
|
you're
|
jumping
|
into
|
it
|
And
|
letting
|
go
|
And
|
no
|
one
|
knows
|
That
|
you
|
cry,
|
but
|
you
|
don't
|
tell
|
anyone
|
That
|
you
|
might
|
not
|
be
|
the
|
golden
|
one
|
And
|
you're
|
tied
|
together
|
with
|
a
|
smile
|
But
|
you're
|
coming
|
undone
|
Hold
|
on,
|
baby,
|
you're
|
losing
|
it
|
The
|
water's
|
high,
|
you're
|
jumping
|
into
|
it
|
And
|
letting
|
go
|
And
|
no
|
one
|
knows
|
That
|
you
|
cry,
|
but
|
you
|
don't
|
tell
|
anyone
|
That
|
you
|
might
|
not
|
be
|
the
|
golden
|
one
|
And
|
you're
|
tied
|
together
|
with
|
a
|
smile
|
But
|
you're
|
coming
|
undone
|
You're
|
tied
|
together
|
with
|
a
|
smile
|
But
|
you're
|
coming
|
undone
|
Goodbye,
|
baby
|
With
|
a
|
smile,
|
baby,
|
baby
|
Cory's
|
eyes
|
are
|
like
|
a
|
jungle
|
He
|
smiles,
|
it's
|
like
|
the
|
radio
|
He
|
whispers
|
songs
|
into
|
my
|
window
|
In
|
words
|
that
|
nobody
|
knows
|
There's
|
pretty
|
girls
|
on
|
every
|
corner
|
That
|
watch
|
him
|
as
|
he's
|
walking
|
home
|
Saying,
|
Does
|
he
|
know?"
|
Will
|
you
|
ever
|
know?
|
You're
|
beautiful
|
Every
|
little
|
piece
|
love
|
And
|
don't
|
you
|
know
|
You're
|
really
|
gonna
|
be
|
someone
|
Ask
|
anyone
|
And
|
when
|
you
|
find
|
everything
|
you
|
looked
|
for
|
I
|
hope
|
your
|
life
|
leads
|
you
|
back
|
to
|
my
|
door
|
Oh,
|
but
|
if
|
it
|
don't
|
Stay
|
beautiful
|
Cory
|
finds
|
another
|
way
|
to
|
be
|
The
|
highlight
|
of
|
my
|
day
|
I'm
|
taking
|
pictures
|
in
|
my
|
mind
|
So
|
I
|
can
|
save
|
them
|
for
|
a
|
rainy
|
day
|
It's
|
hard
|
to
|
make
|
a
|
conversation
|
When
|
he's
|
taking
|
my
|
breath
|
away
|
I
|
should
|
say,
|
hey,
|
by
|
the
|
way
|
You're
|
beautiful
|
Every
|
little
|
piece
|
love
|
And
|
don't
|
you
|
know
|
You're
|
really
|
gonna
|
be
|
someone
|
Ask
|
anyone
|
And
|
when
|
you
|
find
|
everything
|
you
|
looked
|
for
|
I
|
hope
|
your
|
life
|
leads
|
you
|
back
|
to
|
my
|
door
|
Oh,
|
but
|
if
|
it
|
don't
|
Stay
|
beautiful
|
If
|
you
|
and
|
I
|
are
|
a
|
story
|
That
|
never
|
gets
|
told
|
If
|
what
|
you
|
are
|
is
|
a
|
daydream
|
I'll
|
never
|
get
|
to
|
hold
|
At
|
least
|
you'll
|
know
|
You're
|
beautiful
|
Every
|
little
|
piece
|
love
|
And
|
don't
|
you
|
know
|
You're
|
really
|
gonna
|
be
|
someone
|
Ask
|
anyone
|
And
|
when
|
you
|
find
|
everything
|
you
|
looked
|
for
|
I
|
hope
|
your
|
life
|
leads
|
you
|
back
|
to
|
my
|
front
|
door
|
Oh,
|
but
|
if
|
it
|
don't
|
Will
|
you
|
|
Answer
|
stay
|
Beautiful,
|
beautiful,
|
beautiful
|
Beautiful,
|
beautiful,
|
beautiful?
|
La
|
la
|
la
|
Oh,
|
oh,
|
oh,
|
oh
|
Oh,
|
but
|
if
|
it
|
don't
|
Stay
|
beautiful
|
Stay
|
beautiful
|
Na,
|
na,
|
na,
|
na,
|
na
|
It's
|
strange
|
to
|
think
|
the
|
songs
|
we
|
used
|
to
|
sing
|
The
|
smiles,
|
the
|
flowers,
|
everything
|
is
|
gone
|
Yesterday
|
I
|
found
|
out
|
about
|
you
|
Even
|
now
|
just
|
looking
|
at
|
you
|
feels
|
wrong
|
You
|
say
|
that
|
you'd
|
take
|
it
|
all
|
back,
|
given
|
one
|
chance
|
It
|
was
|
a
|
moment
|
of
|
weakness
|
and
|
you
|
said,
|
Yes.
|
You
|
should've
|
said
|
No,
|
you
|
should've
|
gone
|
home
|
You
|
should've
|
thought
|
twice
|
'fore
|
you
|
let
|
it
|
all
|
go
|
You
|
should've
|
known
|
that
|
word
|
'Bout
|
what
|
you
|
did
|
with
|
her'd
|
Get
|
back
|
to
|
me
|
(get
|
back
|
to
|
me).
|
And
|
I
|
should've
|
been
|
there
|
in
|
the
|
back
|
of
|
your
|
mind
|
I
|
shouldn't
|
be
|
asking
|
myself,
|
Why?
|
You
|
shouldn't
|
be
|
begging
|
for
|
forgiveness
|
at
|
my
|
feet...
|
You
|
should've
|
said
|
No,
|
baby,
|
and
|
you
|
might
|
still
|
have
|
me
|
You
|
can
|
see
|
that
|
I've
|
been
|
crying
|
And
|
baby,
|
you
|
know
|
all
|
the
|
right
|
things
|
to
|
say
|
But
|
do
|
you
|
honestly
|
expect
|
me
|
to
|
believe
|
We
|
could
|
ever
|
be
|
the
|
same?
|
You
|
say
|
that
|
the
|
past
|
is
|
the
|
past,
|
you
|
need
|
one
|
chance
|
It
|
was
|
a
|
moment
|
of
|
weakness
|
and
|
you
|
said,
|
Yes.
|
You
|
should've
|
said
|
No,
|
you
|
should've
|
gone
|
home
|
You
|
should've
|
thought
|
twice
|
'fore
|
you
|
let
|
it
|
all
|
go
|
You
|
should've
|
known
|
that
|
word
|
'Bout
|
what
|
you
|
did
|
with
|
her'd,
|
Get
|
back
|
to
|
me
|
(get
|
back
|
to
|
me).
|
And
|
I
|
should've
|
been
|
there
|
in
|
the
|
back
|
of
|
your
|
mind
|
I
|
shouldn't
|
be
|
asking
|
myself,
|
Why?
|
You
|
shouldn't
|
be
|
begging
|
for
|
forgiveness
|
at
|
my
|
feet...
|
You
|
should've
|
said
|
No,
|
baby,
|
and
|
you
|
might
|
still
|
have
|
me
|
I
|
can't
|
resist
|
Before
|
you
|
go,
|
tell
|
me
|
this:
|
Was
|
it
|
worth
|
it?
|
Was
|
she
|
worth
|
this?
|
No...
|
no,
|
no,
|
no...
|
You
|
should've
|
said
|
No,
|
you
|
should've
|
gone
|
home
|
You
|
should've
|
thought
|
twice
|
'fore
|
you
|
let
|
it
|
all
|
go
|
You
|
should've
|
known
|
that
|
word
|
'Bout
|
what
|
you
|
did
|
with
|
her'd,
|
Get
|
back
|
to
|
me
|
(get
|
back
|
to
|
me).
|
And
|
I
|
should've
|
been
|
there
|
in
|
the
|
back
|
of
|
your
|
mind
|
I
|
shouldn't
|
be
|
asking
|
myself,
|
Why?
|
You
|
shouldn't
|
be
|
begging
|
for
|
forgiveness
|
at
|
my
|
feet...
|
You
|
should've
|
said
|
No,
|
baby,
|
and
|
you
|
might
|
still
|
have
|
me
|
She
|
said,
|
I
|
was
|
seven
|
and
|
you
|
were
|
nine
|
I
|
looked
|
at
|
you
|
like
|
the
|
stars
|
that
|
shined
|
In
|
the
|
sky,
|
the
|
pretty
|
lights
|
And
|
our
|
daddies
|
used
|
to
|
joke
|
about
|
the
|
two
|
of
|
us
|
Growing
|
up
|
and
|
falling
|
in
|
love
|
and
|
our
|
mamas
|
smiled
|
And
|
rolled
|
their
|
eyes
|
and
|
said,
|
Oh
|
my,
|
|
Answer
|
my,
|
my"
|
Take
|
me
|
back
|
to
|
the
|
house
|
in
|
the
|
backyard
|
tree
|
Said
|
you'd
|
beat
|
me
|
up,
|
you
|
were
|
bigger
|
than
|
me
|
You
|
never
|
did,
|
you
|
never
|
did
|
Take
|
me
|
back
|
when
|
our
|
world
|
was
|
one
|
block
|
wide
|
I
|
dared
|
you
|
to
|
kiss
|
me
|
and
|
ran
|
when
|
you
|
tried
|
Just
|
two
|
kids,
|
you
|
and
|
I
|
Oh
|
my,
|
my,
|
my,
|
my
|
Well,
|
I
|
was
|
sixteen
|
when
|
suddenly
|
I
|
wasn't
|
that
|
little
|
girl
|
you
|
used
|
to
|
see
|
But
|
your
|
eyes
|
still
|
shined
|
like
|
pretty
|
lights
|
And
|
our
|
daddies
|
used
|
to
|
joke
|
about
|
the
|
two
|
of
|
us
|
They
|
never
|
believed
|
we'd
|
really
|
fall
|
in
|
love
|
And
|
our
|
mamas
|
smiled
|
and
|
rolled
|
their
|
eyes
|
And
|
said,
|
Oh
|
my,
|
my,
|
my"
|
Take
|
me
|
back
|
to
|
the
|
creek
|
beds
|
we
|
turned
|
up
|
Two
|
A.M.
|
riding
|
in
|
your
|
truck,
|
and
|
all
|
I
|
need
|
is
|
you
|
next
|
to
|
me
|
Take
|
me
|
back
|
to
|
the
|
time
|
we
|
had
|
our
|
very
|
first
|
fight
|
The
|
slamming
|
of
|
doors
|
instead
|
of
|
kissing
|
goodnight
|
You
|
stayed
|
outside
|
'til
|
the
|
morning
|
light
|
Oh
|
my,
|
my,
|
my,
|
my
|
A
|
few
|
years
|
had
|
gone
|
and
|
come
|
around
|
We
|
were
|
sitting
|
at
|
our
|
favorite
|
spot
|
in
|
town
|
And
|
you
|
looked
|
at
|
me,
|
got
|
down
|
on
|
one
|
knee
|
Take
|
me
|
back
|
to
|
the
|
time
|
when
|
we
|
walked
|
down
|
the
|
aisle
|
Our
|
whole
|
town
|
came
|
and
|
our
|
mamas
|
cried
|
You
|
said
|
I
|
do"
|
and
|
I
|
did
|
too
|
Take
|
me
|
home
|
where
|
we
|
met
|
so
|
many
|
years
|
before
|
We'll
|
rock
|
our
|
babies
|
on
|
that
|
very
|
front
|
porch
|
After
|
all
|
this
|
time,
|
you
|
and
|
I
|
I'll
|
be
|
eighty-seven;
|
you'll
|
be
|
eighty-nine
|
I'll
|
still
|
look
|
at
|
you
|
like
|
the
|
stars
|
that
|
shine
|
In
|
the
|
sky,
|
oh
|
my,
|
my,
|
my
|
I
|
was
|
ridin'
|
shotgun
|
with
|
my
|
hair
|
undone
|
In
|
the
|
front
|
seat
|
of
|
his
|
car
|
He's
|
got
|
a
|
one-hand
|
feel
|
on
|
the
|
steering
|
wheel
|
The
|
other
|
on
|
my
|
heart
|
I
|
look
|
around,
|
turn
|
the
|
radio
|
down
|
He
|
says,
|
Baby,
|
is
|
something
|
wrong?"
|
I
|
say,
|
Nothin',
|
I
|
was
|
just
|
thinkin'
|
How
|
we
|
don't
|
have
|
a
|
song"
|
And
|
he
|
says
|
Our
|
song
|
is
|
the
|
slamming
|
screen
|
door
|
Sneakin'
|
out
|
late,
|
tapping
|
on
|
your
|
window
|
When
|
we're
|
on
|
the
|
phone
|
and
|
you
|
talk
|
real
|
slow
|
'Cause
|
it's
|
late
|
and
|
your
|
mama
|
don't
|
know
|
Our
|
song
|
is
|
the
|
way
|
you
|
laugh
|
The
|
first
|
date:
|
Man,
|
I
|
didn't
|
kiss
|
her,
|
and
|
I
|
should
|
have"
|
And
|
when
|
I
|
got
|
home
|
'fore
|
I
|
said
|
amen
|
Asking
|
God
|
if
|
he
|
could
|
play
|
it
|
again
|
I
|
was
|
walking
|
up
|
the
|
front
|
porch
|
steps
|
After
|
everything
|
that
|
day
|
Had
|
gone
|
all
|
wrong
|
or
|
been
|
trampled
|
on
|
And
|
lost
|
and
|
thrown
|
away
|
|
Answer
|
Got
|
to
|
the
|
hallway,
|
well
|
on
|
my
|
way
|
To
|
my
|
lovin'
|
bed
|
I
|
almost
|
didn't
|
notice
|
all
|
the
|
roses
|
And
|
the
|
note
|
that
|
said
|
Our
|
song
|
is
|
the
|
slamming
|
screen
|
door
|
Sneakin'
|
out
|
late,
|
tapping
|
on
|
your
|
window
|
When
|
we're
|
on
|
the
|
phone
|
and
|
you
|
talk
|
real
|
slow
|
'Cause
|
it's
|
late
|
and
|
your
|
mama
|
don't
|
know
|
Our
|
song
|
is
|
the
|
way
|
you
|
laugh
|
The
|
first
|
date:
|
Man,
|
I
|
didn't
|
kiss
|
her,
|
and
|
I
|
should
|
have"
|
And
|
when
|
I
|
got
|
home
|
'fore
|
I
|
said
|
amen
|
Asking
|
God
|
if
|
he
|
could
|
play
|
it
|
again
|
Da-da-da-da
|
I've
|
heard
|
every
|
album,
|
listened
|
to
|
the
|
radio
|
Waited
|
for
|
somethin'
|
to
|
come
|
along
|
That
|
was
|
as
|
good
|
as
|
our
|
song
|
'Cause
|
our
|
song
|
is
|
the
|
slamming
|
screen
|
door
|
Sneakin'
|
out
|
late,
|
tappin'
|
on
|
his
|
window
|
When
|
we're
|
on
|
the
|
phone
|
and
|
he
|
talks
|
real
|
slow
|
'Cause
|
it's
|
late
|
and
|
his
|
mama
|
don't
|
know
|
Our
|
song
|
is
|
the
|
way
|
he
|
laughs
|
The
|
first
|
date:
|
Man,
|
I
|
didn't
|
kiss
|
him,
|
and
|
I
|
should
|
have"
|
And
|
when
|
I
|
got
|
home
|
'fore
|
I
|
said
|
amen
|
Asking
|
God
|
if
|
he
|
could
|
play
|
it
|
again
|
Play
|
it
|
again,
|
oh,
|
yeah
|
Oh,
|
oh,
|
yeah
|
I
|
was
|
ridin'
|
shotgun
|
with
|
my
|
hair
|
undone
|
In
|
the
|
front
|
seat
|
of
|
his
|
car
|
I
|
grabbed
|
a
|
pen
|
and
|
an
|
old
|
napkin
|
And
|
I
|
wrote
|
down
|
our
|
song
|
Friday
|
night
|
beneath
|
the
|
stars
|
In
|
a
|
field
|
behind
|
your
|
yard
|
You
|
and
|
I
|
are
|
painting
|
pictures
|
in
|
the
|
sky
|
And
|
sometimes
|
we
|
don't
|
say
|
a
|
thing
|
Just
|
listen
|
to
|
the
|
crickets
|
sing
|
Everything
|
I
|
need
|
is
|
right
|
here
|
by
|
my
|
side
|
And
|
I
|
know
|
everything
|
about
|
you
|
I
|
don't
|
wanna
|
live
|
without
|
you
|
I'm
|
only
|
up
|
when
|
you're
|
not
|
down
|
Don't
|
wanna
|
fly
|
if
|
you're
|
still
|
on
|
the
|
ground
|
It's
|
like
|
no
|
matter
|
what
|
I
|
do
|
Well,
|
you
|
drive
|
me
|
crazy
|
half
|
the
|
time
|
The
|
other
|
half,
|
I'm
|
only
|
tryna
|
Let
|
you
|
know
|
that
|
what
|
I
|
feel
|
is
|
TRUE
|
And
|
I'm
|
only
|
me
|
when
|
I'm
|
with
|
you
|
Just
|
a
|
small-town
|
boy
|
and
|
girl
|
Living
|
in
|
a
|
crazy
|
world
|
Tryna
|
figure
|
out
|
what
|
is
|
and
|
isn't
|
TRUE
|
And
|
I
|
don't
|
try
|
to
|
hide
|
my
|
tears
|
My
|
secrets
|
or
|
my
|
deepest
|
fears
|
Through
|
it
|
all
|
nobody
|
gets
|
me
|
like
|
you
|
do
|
And
|
you
|
know
|
everything
|
about
|
me
|
You
|
say
|
that
|
you
|
can't
|
live
|
without
|
me
|
I'm
|
only
|
up
|
when
|
you're
|
not
|
down
|
Don't
|
wanna
|
fly
|
if
|
you're
|
still
|
on
|
the
|
ground
|
It's
|
like
|
no
|
matter
|
what
|
I
|
do
|
Well,
|
you
|
drive
|
me
|
crazy
|
half
|
the
|
time
|
The
|
other
|
half,
|
I'm
|
only
|
tryna
|
Let
|
you
|
know
|
that
|
what
|
I
|
feel
|
|
Answer
|
is
|
TRUE
|
And
|
I'm
|
only
|
me
|
when
|
I'm
|
with
|
you
|
When
|
I'm
|
with
|
anybody
|
else
|
It's
|
so
|
hard
|
to
|
be
|
myself
|
And
|
only
|
you
|
can
|
tell
|
That
|
I'm
|
only
|
up
|
when
|
you're
|
not
|
down
|
Don't
|
wanna
|
fly
|
if
|
you're
|
still
|
on
|
the
|
ground
|
It's
|
like
|
no
|
matter
|
what
|
I
|
do
|
Well,
|
you
|
drive
|
me
|
crazy
|
half
|
the
|
time
|
The
|
other
|
half,
|
I'm
|
only
|
tryna
|
Let
|
you
|
know
|
that
|
what
|
I
|
feel
|
is
|
TRUE
|
And
|
I'm
|
only
|
me,
|
who
|
I
|
wanna
|
be
|
Well,
|
I'm
|
only
|
me
|
when
|
I'm
|
with
|
you
|
With
|
you
|
Uh-huh,
|
yeah
|
She
|
can't
|
see
|
the
|
way
|
your
|
eyes
|
Light
|
up
|
when
|
you
|
smile
|
She'll
|
never
|
notice
|
how
|
you
|
stop
|
and
|
stare
|
Whenever
|
she
|
walks
|
by
|
And
|
you
|
can't
|
see
|
me
|
wanting
|
you
|
the
|
way
|
you
|
want
|
her
|
But
|
you
|
are
|
everything
|
to
|
me
|
And
|
I
|
just
|
wanna
|
show
|
you
|
She
|
don't
|
even
|
know
|
you
|
She's
|
never
|
gonna
|
love
|
you
|
like
|
I
|
want
|
to
|
And
|
you
|
just
|
see
|
right
|
through
|
me
|
But
|
if
|
you
|
only
|
knew
|
me
|
We
|
could
|
be
|
a
|
beautiful
|
Miracle
|
Unbelievable
|
Instead
|
of
|
just
|
invisible
|
Oh,
|
yeah
|
There's
|
a
|
fire
|
inside
|
of
|
you
|
That
|
can't
|
help
|
but
|
shine
|
through
|
She's
|
never
|
gonna
|
see
|
the
|
light
|
No
|
matter
|
what
|
you
|
do
|
And
|
all
|
I
|
think
|
about
|
is
|
how
|
to
|
make
|
you
|
think
|
of
|
me
|
And
|
everything
|
that
|
we
|
could
|
be
|
I
|
just
|
wanna
|
show
|
you
|
She
|
don't
|
even
|
know
|
you
|
She's
|
never
|
gonna
|
love
|
you
|
like
|
I
|
want
|
to
|
And
|
you
|
just
|
see
|
right
|
through
|
me
|
If
|
you
|
only
|
knew
|
me
|
We
|
could
|
be
|
a
|
beautiful
|
Miracle
|
Unbelievable
|
Instead
|
of
|
just
|
invisible
|
Like
|
shadows
|
in
|
a
|
faded
|
light
|
Oh,
|
we're
|
invisible
|
I
|
just
|
wanna
|
open
|
your
|
eyes
|
And
|
make
|
you
|
realize
|
I
|
just
|
wanna
|
show
|
you
|
She
|
don't
|
even
|
know
|
you
|
Baby,
|
let
|
me
|
love
|
you
|
Let
|
me
|
want
|
you
|
You
|
just
|
see
|
right
|
through
|
me
|
But
|
if
|
you
|
only
|
knew
|
me
|
We
|
could
|
be
|
a
|
beautiful
|
Miracle
|
Unbelievable
|
Instead
|
of
|
just
|
invisible
|
Oh,
|
yeah
|
She
|
can't
|
see
|
the
|
way
|
your
|
eyes
|
Light
|
up
|
when
|
you
|
smile
|
Why
|
would
|
you
|
wanna
|
break
|
a
|
perfectly
|
good
|
heart?
|
Why
|
would
|
you
|
wanna
|
take
|
our
|
love
|
and
|
tear
|
it
|
all
|
apart,
|
now?
|
Why
|
would
|
you
|
wanna
|
make
|
the
|
very
|
first
|
scar?
|
Why
|
would
|
you
|
wanna
|
break
|
a
|
perfectly
|
good
|
heart?
|
Maybe
|
I
|
should've
|
seen
|
the
|
signs
|
Should've
|
read
|
the
|
writing
|
on
|
the
|
wall
|
And
|
realized
|
by
|
the
|
distance
|
in
|
your
|
eyes
|
that
|
I
|
would
|
be
|
the
|
one
|
to
|
fall
|
No
|
matter
|
what
|
you
|
say,
|
I
|
still
|
can't
|
believe
|
That
|
you
|
would
|
walk
|
away
|
It
|
don't
|
make
|
sense
|
to
|
|
Answer
|
me,
|
but
|
Why
|
would
|
you
|
wanna
|
break
|
a
|
perfectly
|
good
|
heart?
|
Why
|
would
|
you
|
wanna
|
take
|
our
|
love
|
and
|
tear
|
it
|
all
|
apart,
|
now?
|
Why
|
would
|
you
|
wanna
|
make
|
the
|
very
|
first
|
scar?
|
Why
|
would
|
you
|
wanna
|
break
|
a
|
perfectly
|
good
|
heart?
|
It's
|
not
|
unbroken
|
anymore
|
How
|
do
|
I
|
get
|
it
|
back
|
the
|
way
|
it
|
was
|
before?
|
Why
|
would
|
you
|
wanna
|
break
|
a
|
perfectly
|
good
|
heart?
|
Why
|
would
|
you
|
wanna
|
take
|
our
|
love
|
and
|
tear
|
it
|
all
|
apart,
|
now?
|
Why
|
would
|
you
|
wanna
|
make
|
the
|
very
|
first
|
scar?
|
Why
|
would
|
you
|
wanna
|
break?
|
Why
|
would
|
you
|
wanna
|
break
|
it?
|
Why
|
would
|
you
|
wanna
|
break
|
a
|
perfectly
|
good
|
heart?
|
Why
|
would
|
you
|
wanna
|
take
|
our
|
love
|
and
|
tear
|
it
|
all
|
apart,
|
now?
|
Why
|
would
|
you
|
wanna
|
make
|
the
|
very
|
first
|
scar?
|
Why
|
would
|
you
|
wanna
|
break
|
a
|
perfectly
|
good
|
heart?
|
Drew
|
looks
|
at
|
me
|
I
|
fake
|
a
|
smile
|
so
|
he
|
won't
|
see
|
What
|
I
|
want
|
and
|
I
|
need
|
And
|
everything
|
that
|
we
|
should
|
be
|
I'll
|
bet
|
she's
|
beautiful
|
That
|
girl
|
he
|
talks
|
about
|
And
|
she's
|
got
|
everything
|
That
|
I
|
have
|
to
|
live
|
without
|
Drew
|
talks
|
to
|
me
|
I
|
laugh
|
'cause
|
it's
|
just
|
so
|
funny
|
But
|
I
|
can't
|
even
|
see
|
Anyone
|
when
|
he's
|
with
|
me
|
He
|
says
|
he's
|
so
|
in
|
love
|
He's
|
finally
|
got
|
it
|
right
|
I
|
wonder
|
if
|
he
|
knows
|
He's
|
all
|
I
|
think
|
about
|
at
|
night
|
He's
|
the
|
reason
|
for
|
the
|
teardrops
|
on
|
my
|
guitar
|
The
|
only
|
thing
|
that
|
keeps
|
me
|
wishing
|
on
|
a
|
wishing
|
star
|
He's
|
the
|
song
|
in
|
the
|
car
|
I
|
keep
|
singing
|
Don't
|
know
|
why
|
I
|
do
|
Drew
|
walks
|
by
|
me
|
Can
|
he
|
tell
|
that
|
I
|
can't
|
breathe?
|
And
|
there
|
he
|
goes,
|
so
|
perfectly
|
The
|
kind
|
of
|
flawless
|
I
|
wish
|
I
|
could
|
be
|
She
|
better
|
hold
|
him
|
tight
|
Give
|
him
|
all
|
her
|
love
|
Look
|
in
|
those
|
beautiful
|
eyes
|
And
|
know
|
she's
|
lucky
|
'cause
|
He's
|
the
|
reason
|
for
|
the
|
teardrops
|
on
|
my
|
guitar
|
The
|
only
|
thing
|
that
|
keeps
|
me
|
wishing
|
on
|
a
|
wishing
|
star
|
He's
|
the
|
song
|
in
|
the
|
car
|
I
|
keep
|
singing
|
Don't
|
know
|
why
|
I
|
do
|
So
|
I
|
drive
|
home
|
alone
|
As
|
I
|
turn
|
out
|
the
|
light
|
I'll
|
put
|
his
|
picture
|
down
|
And
|
maybe
|
get
|
some
|
sleep
|
tonight
|
'Cause
|
he's
|
the
|
reason
|
for
|
the
|
teardrops
|
on
|
my
|
guitar
|
The
|
only
|
one
|
who's
|
got
|
enough
|
of
|
me
|
to
|
break
|
my
|
heart
|
He's
|
the
|
song
|
in
|
the
|
car
|
I
|
keep
|
singing
|
Don't
|
know
|
why
|
I
|
do
|
He's
|
the
|
time
|
taken
|
up,
|
but
|
there's
|
never
|
enough
|
And
|
he's
|
all
|
that
|
I
|
need
|
to
|
fall
|
into
|
Drew
|
looks
|
at
|
me
|
I
|
fake
|
a
|
smile
|
so
|
he
|
won't
|
see
|
|