|
|||||||||||||
|
|
DEANA CARTER >> Merchandise Links
DEANA CARTER
(Michael Dulaney/Michael Lunn) She was born at a rest stop on the Kansas state line In the back of a Dodge in the summer time Her momma named her Indiana like their license plate And with the hum of the tires on the interstate She was cryin' They left her at a Denny's up in Colorado In a blanket with her name written on a note That said, "Forgive us Lord for not takin' her But this child has a better chance of makin' it In someone else's arms" And it's a crazy thing Fate has perfect wings All the way down the line Angels working overtime She was raised in a place called Cheyenne Wells But she never fit in and everyone could tell That she didn't belong in some prairie town And when she turned eighteen she bought a ticket out On a Greyhound They stopped a few minutes out of Santa Fe She got out for a smoke and they drove away She hitched a ride with a boy right out of school He said "I'm headed out west" and she said "Me too If that's all right" And it's a crazy thing Fate has perfect wings All the way down the line Angels working overtime It took a couple hundred miles 'til they fell in love They knew forever was the only thing good enough And in a moment of passion in a motel room They held on tight and their aim was true Now they're countin' down the days And dreamin' all night in an apartment in L.A. And it's a crazy thing Fate has perfect wings All the way down the line Angels working overtime And it's a crazy thing Fate has perfect wings All the way down the line Angels working overtime She was born at a rest stop on the Kansas state line Angels workin' overtime She was cryin' She was cryin' She was cryin'
|
|
