Sunday 4 May 2008 photo 1/2
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He lights a cigarette, his eyes half open
He won't be home tonight, but she keeps hopin'
Drinkin himself to sleep is his only way of copein'
She waits for him every night, she leaves the front door open
It's 4 AM and doin 95,
Tryin to stay awake and make it home alive
White Trash Beautiful, There's something you should know
My heart belongs to you
I know you coulda found a better guy
I'll love you till the day I die
I swear to God it's true
I'm comin' home to you
I'm comin' home to you girl
Her lips say painted red, nametag's crooked
Her heart's been gone awhile with the truck driving man
that took it
He keeps her photograph on his rearview mirror
She prays for him every night, she hopes that he can hear her
Annons