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Billy Ray Cyrus

You tucked me in, turned out the light Kept me safe and sound at night Little girls depend on things like that Brushed my teeth and combed my hair Had

Just a single mom raising up the kids Little Tommy's seven now and Her daughter Justine just turned ten Pinchin' every cent, laughin' and lovin' and

She's gotta do what she's gotta do And I've gotta like it or not She's got dreams too big for this town And she needs to give 'em a shot Whatever they

Fancy cars and diamond rings I seen all kinds of shiny things I should be feelin' like a king But Lord I don't Great big towns so full of users Make

Well, I sure miss old Waylon and pay checks paid his dues Ched Atkins on that red guitar, Carl Perkins 'Blue Suede Shoes' Well, you just don't hear ol

I learned that strength is something you choose All of the reasons to keep on believin' There's no question, that's a lesson, that I learned from you (Billy Ray

I've been your hound But now I'm breaking this chain Too late to throw me a bone I'm sick of fetching and sleeping in the rain Ole Sparky's hittin' the

Well, there's a cruel sun beating where there once was a river Crops are bending in the heat but still her dark skin shivers When you move to the beat

There was a time for you, there was a time for me There was a time when we were one It's time to see through cloudy days A time when we can find our way