Three weeks before I could even meet my brother’s son. Didn’t see him turn one or two.
Three months I haven’t made Sunday service once. I’m out on the road praying alone every night for a sign that I’m doing this right. And I’m right where I’m supposed to be
Mama said, “You’ll be a star.” And daddy said, “You’re gonna go far. All you gotta do is sing your heart out.” A lot of miles, a lot of tears have given me some of my best years. There’s so much I had to miss out on six years of missing home for three minutes on the radio.
Three years of wishing that he was here holding my hand. No, I didn’t plan for those three words to be the ones that hurt. They don’t sound the same from so far away.
Mama said, “You’ll be a star.” And daddy said, “You’re gonna go far. All you gotta do is sing your heart out.” A lot of miles, a lot of tears have given me some of my best years. There’s so much I had to miss out on six years of missing home for three minutes on the radio.
I’ll do it for the three girls at my show who saved up for the third row. And the three times that I heard just this week that my words were sung by a three-year-old: hairbrush for a microphone. Little girl with a dream, And that girl was me, yeah
My mama said, “You’ll be a star.” And daddy said, “You’re gonna go far. All you gotta do is sing your heart out.” A lot of miles, a lot of tears have given me my best years. There’s so much I had to miss out on six years of missing home. But I’d spend fifty more gone for three minutes on the radio.