THE 40 MILE
Well I'm just like my mother Yeah, I could have no other All the things he lacks He holds me back Yeah, I'm just like my mother He calls me pretty baby He says one day, well maybe We'll get down that aisle to the 40 mile Well donĠt he make me crazy Couldn't I just shoot him down The nights, the brawls, the way he pounds Then I'd know no greater love than he In heaven above He wanted to undo me Fix me until no one knew me He could wreck a smile Throw it in the pile With those who came before me Shouldn't I just shoot him down The nights, the brawls, the way he pounds Then I'd know no greater love than he In heaven above I wasn't meant to be here Nor were my sisters either But the beaten road never cares the load These bars though he were still here Didn't I just shoot him down The nights, the brawls, the way heĠd pound Now I'll know no greater love than he In heaven above. |
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