Third Row, second seat, congregation loves to hear her sing, Amazing Grace, every week They always said, “Oh what a gift”-- Told her if she ever left this town She could have gone far; she might have even made it
A big dream in a little town Hiding in a heart somewhere Hoping to be found Waiting for a moment To spread those wings and fly A big dream in a little town
He wound up and let it go, batter saw nothing but the smoke Of a fast ball, so fast it made the scouts call He couldn’t go against the grain; daddy’s strength had begun to fade So he stayed behind to help him get the bills paid.
Small town, big league softball game, she’s singin’ to the flag that waves Right before he goes to take the mound They brush each other stop and stare, never knew it’d be right there Every road had lead them there somehowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
