When she was three she got the Barbie Safari, She threw away the doll but she kept the Jeep At 5, she got the pink Ferrari, Held it like a baby when
There's a little place outside in my backyard, where I can let go Far away from the fast paced rat race, where the willows grow When I been beat down
Granny never cursed or drank or wore her dresses high She'd sing I'll Fly Away on Sunday; make the preacher cry Thirty years of livin', fearin' God,
Been burnin' up those dancehall roads Another night, another show Ain't no place I'd rather be... But it sure takes a toll on me When I fire up ole
I'm not a preacher, this isn't a sermon Just a song about the days we're livin' thru I'm not passin' judgement, just been talking to my neighbors About
I see it in your eyes I don't know what to say You're wantin' me to lie And tell you I'm okay So I smile But I should practice my walk Before I put an
Third Row, second seat, congregation loves to hear her sing, Amazing Grace, every week They always said, ?Oh what a gift?-- Told her if she ever left
He took my fam'ly away from Carolina home Had dreams about the West and started to roam Six long months on a dust covered trail They say heaven's at
My mind is racin' but everything around me's standin' still Starin' at this crossroad with my hands tight on the wheel It just feels like something's
Eighteen thought she knew everything; hers was the only point of view That little girl in her cap, gown and spiral curls, she didn't have a clue Thirty
I might be on a stage; you might be in the crowd But we're all here for one good reason Somethin' in us sparks a fire in the dark When those bright