sometimes i just love country music.
He can’t remember
The times that he thought
Does my daddy love me?
Probably not
That didn’t stop him
From wishing that he did
Didn’t keep him from wanting
Or worshipping him
He guesses he saw him
About once a year
He could still feel the way he felt
Standing in tears
Stretching his arms out
As far as they’d go
Whispering daddy
I want you to know
I love you this much
And i’m waiting on you
To make up your mind
Do you love me too?
How ever long it takes
I’m never giving up no matter what
I love you this much
He grew to hate him for what he had done
’cause what kind of father
Could do that to his son?
He said ‘d— you daddy’
The day that he died
The man didn’t blink
But the little boy cried
Half way through the service
While the choir sang a hymn
He looked up above the preacher
And he sat and stared at him
He said
‘forgive me father’
When he realized
That he hadn’t been unloved
Or alone all his life
His arms were stretched out
As far as they’d go
Nailed to the cross
For the whole world to know
I love you this much
And i’m waiting on you
To make up your mind
Do you love me too?
How ever long it takes
I’m never giving up no matter what
I love you this much
me, too. but i’m not allowed to say things like that here in pittsburgh!
okay, that was me–brietta.
i keep trying to change who it is that makes the comments, but it’s not working. whatever.
i give up. not worth it!
don’t worry about it. eventually i’ll show you how to change it. : )
this is why we could never be friends.
Only on country stations do you hear that on the radio (apart from Mars Hill, that is…)
I am with you on this one!