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Clay Walker
Clay Walker




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A Few Questions (09.09.2003)
09.09.2003
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How in this world can we put a man on the moon,
And still have a need for a place like St Jude's?
And why is one man born,
In a place where all they know is war?
An' a guy like me,
Has always been free.

An' how can two people who built a lovin' home,
Try for years an' never have a child of their own?
When somewhere out there tonight,
There's a baby no-one's holdin' tight:
In need of love.
To me, that don't add up.

But I wasn't there the day you filled up the oceans.
I didn't get to see you hang the stars in the sky.
So I don't mean to second guess you,
Or criticise what I don't understand.
These are just a few questions I have.

An' why did my cousin have to die in that crash?
A good kid, only seventeen, I still wonder 'bout that.
It seems unfair to me,
Some get the chance to chase their dreams,
An' some don't.
But what do I know?

I wasn't there the day you filled up the oceans.
I didn't get to see you hang the stars in the sky.
So I don't mean to second guess you,
Or criticise what I don't understand.
These are just a few questions I have.

Why do I feel like you hear these prayers of mine.
When so many oughta be ahead of me in line?
When you look down on me,
Can you see the good through all the bad?
These just a few questions I have

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In L.A. they love their cars, their mucsles and
their martini bars, they love to toan they there
Gucci their Rayban shade and eatin' sushi.

Over in Texas the love the Cowboys for the
big city bankers to the plowboys. They love
their eibeyes and ropin steers shootin Jose
Tequila and long neck beers.

Chorus:
Worlds apart for worser for better the one thing
that brings us together is, everybody wants love,
love, love yeah everbody wants love everybody
needs love, love, love everybody needs love.

Over in Nashville they love the country eatin' biscuit
and gravy on sunday they love the Opry and George
Jones crankin' sweet home alabama and the rollin' stones.

New York, New York big as it gets they like the fight
between the Yankees and the Mets

Down in the south they love their footbal
the bulldogs and longhorns and the tennessee
vols

chorus

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Blue eyes cuttin through the summer day
Every red light seems to come from her face
From the tip of her toes to the top of her curls
She's 100% American Girl

Chorus:
She's my sweet sun angel
Everybit of summer time, never seen her look so fine
My sweet sun angel
Ever see her on the street you'll know just what she does to me
Just watch her shine, and she's mine, mine, mine
She's my sweet sun angel

She's my umbrella in the pouring rain
She's my shelter in this wild, wild hurricane
Got a heaven full of stars shinin' in her eyes
And I swear I haven't felt so good in my whole life

Chorus:

Loves me, like I'm her tomorrow
She's the life that I wanna follow

Sweeeeeeeeet
Sweet sweet angel
Sweeeeeeeeet
Sun Angel

Chorus: (2x)

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I stumbled an a preacher Sunday mornin' all
decked out and made up for t.v. askin for
some money from God's people talkin' all that
high theology

Well i might be just an old blue collar there's things
about the Lord that i dont know but i bet he never
had a million dollars or wore a lot of stylish fancy clothes.

Chorus:
Cuz Jesus was a country boy walkin' down a dirt road
with everything that he owned he never met a stanger
born in a barn underneath the stars his momma laid
him in a manger swimmin in the river fishin' for his
dinner livin' with the sinners like me makes me think
that Jesus was a country boy

My daddy never cared much for religion and my
momma worried a lot about his soul she'd hit
her knees and pray for him on Sunday while daddy
hit his favorite fishin' hole and daddy knew

chorus

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I've been up all night long
Just waitin' on the sun
I've given up damn the dawn
It ain't never gonna come
Something's wrong, as long as you're gone

Chorus:
I'm not gonna sleep til I touch your face
Baby not a wink I could go for days
If you ever needed to see me down on my knees
Take a look at me, baby I can't sleep

Remember when you said you wouldn't last
I couldn't swallow my pride
Whoa it's sinkin' in, baby losin' you has
Finally opened my eyes
I'm wide awake, as long as it takes

CHORUS

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I was breathein' but lord I was barely alive
Findin' reasons for losin the will to survive
I pushed the heart far beyond what it could take
Sometimes somethin's gotta break

Chorus
Now it's alright, I think I see a light there up ahead
Yeah it's alright, I think I've finally risen' from the dead
The fire inside of me was gone like the wind
Now it's stirrin' within
It's coming back again

Down in the askes of a light that I let bury me
One hand pullin' me under, and another tryin' to set me free
In the struggle, I know I lost my way
Somehow I never lost my faith

(Chorus)

Sometimes you stumble over steps you never take
Sometimes you learn from your mistakes

(Chorus)

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I'm only human, I'm just a man
It don't make no difference who I am
I've climbed some mountains, and I've tumbled down
I've been a king, I've been a cloud

Chorus
So heaven leave the light on
It's dark and I can't see
So heaven leave the light on
Burn like a fire for me
And I won't have no problem askin' please
Heaven leave the light on for me

Well, I've heard of mansions, and streets paved in gold
Yeah I know that's where I want to go
But how do you get there
Yes, I've heard 'em say that if you have to ask then you don't know your way

(Chorus)

If I see the river, I'm not afraid to die
Cuz I know I'll find the other side

So heaven leave the light on
It's dark and I can't see
So heaven leave the light on
Burn like a fire for me
And I won't have no problem askin' please

(Chorus)

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All day long at work today baby I couldn't concentrate
Everytime I try to get it done I could only see your face
Honey I'm in the mood for you
Girl, I'm in the mood for you

On th way home it was all backed up
Even in the passin' lane
Too bad I didn't have one of them monster trucks
Baby I'd of been on my way

Honey I'm in the mood for you
Baby I'm in the mood for you
There never seems to be enough
Time for me to drink you up
And girl tonight that's all I wanna do
I'm in the mood for you

I just wanna taste you kisses
Sweeter than a fine champaigne
I wanna feel you whisper fallin' on me like the rain
I got a hunger in my hear
And a fever brunin' on my brain

Honey, I'm in the mood for you
Girl I'm in the mood for you
There never seems to be enough
Time for me to drink you up
and girl tonight that's all I wanna do
I'm in the mood for you

I'm in the mood for you
I'm in the mood for you
I'm in the mood for you

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Plastic black frame glasses and her hair back in a bun,
From 9 to 5 she looks just like a school librarian.
But mister come this friday,
When shes punching out, she's ready for love,
The hem comes up and the hair comes tumbling down.

When she's good she's good,
When she's bad she's better.
Looks like Hollywood packed inside that sweater.
Love knee pumps and patent leather
When's she good,
When she's bad she's better.

She's got a classic custom Mustang,
Black top love machine.
Factory paint,
liscense plate says 77 queen.
Weaving through the traffic like she ain't afraid to crash,
Zepplin on the A Track,
thunder on the dash.

When she's good she's good,
When she's bad she's better.
Looks like Hollywood packed inside that sweater.
Love knee pumps and patent leather
When's she good,
When she's bad she's better.

Come Monday she's all bussiness far as anyone can see,
she walks a line, dots her i's and crosses all her t's,
everybody she's thinks she's too up tight to be true,
but all along she's sitting on a Blood Red Rose tatoo.

When she's good she's good,
When she's bad she's better.
Looks like Hollywood packed inside that sweater.
Love knee pumps and patent leather
When's she good,
When she's bad she's better.

Love knee pumps and patent leather
When's she good,
When she's bad she's so much better.

Oh when she's bad, she so bad, bad, bad, bad. She's bad

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