There's still marks on the pantry door of that little house. Where Mama used to measure us. I'm proud to say that's my home where I was raised. But that ain't where I grew up.
From the moment I first saw you. I knew I should turn and run. But I can't seem to stop cravin'. The tremble from your touch. . And I don't know how it happened.
Sometimes, Lord, it feels like,. The cards'll never fall my way.. And it seems like I spend a lot of time,. Just waitin' for my luck to change.. But I can see the end in the distance up ahead..