What would you say if I told you I was sorry And that I've come to realize life means nothing without you Would you take my hand, would you forgive this
Thomas Jefferson, he had slaves In the land of the free and the home of the brave I read about him in the seventh grade He's forgiven J.F.K, he loved
Every night when I come home This old house it's always dark You don't wait up like you used to Like you did at the start And I can feel the changes
Jesus come talk to your children Jesus come talk to us Lord Jesus come talk, come talk, come talk to your children Lord we gotta war down here I Guess
My hands are in my pocket My pockets are full of change Enough to buy some bait and gasoline I head down the road where the road gets smaller Next thing
He was sittin there his brush in hand Painting waves as they danced upon the sand With every stroke he brought to life The deep blue of the ocean against
He was begging by the mini mart Who'da guessed he had a purple heart Scars underneath his bearded chin? I bet you don't remember him 'Cause you were
Outside Savanna, spring of 1844 They drove the last nail in and opened up the doors Jedediah Moore was the first to be baptized Saw him married here and
Yeah, I'm a little tired, I'm a little wired Four pots of coffee in the last eight hours Pacing the floor all the way through Late, late movies and the
The Rain falls sweet Jesus The farmers beets and beans sure need it. It will take every single drop you've got To save those fields. Truck stop in Arizona
All week long, she loves to stay at home and hold me She hangs her buckle in the closet, keeps her boots up on the shelf Heaven knows the good Lord sent
You can't see a freight train coming with your back against the track You can only take the wrong road so long before you can't come back I was heartbroke
First year med tech, 2 AM On the graveyard shift a call comes in, a senseless killin' Blue lights flashin', white chalk line I still get queasy but I'
Don't want to read the paper or turn on the news Don't want another helping of the same old blues Don't want to call nobody or answer the phone What I
A crowded room, a sudden glance More than just coincidence Meant to be, you and me To see the look that's in your eyes Makes the tears well up in mine
Barely old enough to call it love Showing off, skipping rocks across, the water Stones, I handed one to you You put it in your pocket Said you loved it
In her bare feet, a white cotton dress A ribbon holding back her curls In a sweet gentle voice, she sings a lullaby To two sleepy little girls In the
On the day Mama died She called Daddy to her side And said, I'll be going soon I know it's gonna hurt you both But promise me before I go You'll do what