Bless Your Pretty Bones
i don't buy the morning paper
i don't read the evening news if it ain't no news about you babe it ain't no news that i can use lord lord bless your pretty bones my brother says you're no good my sister says you're trash still i give you all my loving girl i'll give you all my cash lord lord bless your pretty bones ain't no place that you could be that i wouldn't try to find if you're down in Georgia i've got Georgia on my mind lord lord bless your pretty bones if you ever leave me darling gonna be hell to pay better run from here to Tuesday and from there to Mother's Day lord lord bless your pretty bones going to carolina and i won't be back til june if you want to leave a message you can bounce it off the moon lord lord bless your pretty bones Copyright Samm Bennett - all rights reserved back to Lyrics Table of Contents |
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