Reba McEntire
Reba McEntire - Eight Crazy Hours (Story Of Love) songtekst
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It was somethin' as simple as makin' the bed That kicked off the voice inside her head She was smoothin the sheet with the palm of her hand When the thought struck home "I don't know who I am" And she sat cross-legged on the bedroom floor n thought There's are three people here in this house that don't need me anymore And she cried like a baby, in a pile of dirty clothes Oh She might be more carefree She might be more sexy She might be more friendly more And the dryer was buzzin And the tv was blarin' And she wanted to call her mama It was something just as simple as just checking in To that cheap motel out on highway 10 Was it the sting of just leavin'? Or using her middle name That took the fun out of runnin' away And she cried like a baby in the tub of room 5 Oh She might be more carefree She might be more sexy She might be more friend than non And her head was buzzin And the tv was blarin' And she wanted to call her husband It was somethin' as simple as pickin up the kids That brought her back to her roof again She'd been to the backside of the moon And she had to keep it to herself She grabbed a bucket of chicken for supper Oh but she looked more carefree And she looked more sexy And she looked more friend than non The table talk it was buzzin' And the tv it was blarin' And they all sat n laughed at each other It was something as simple as not givin' up Eight crazy hours in the story of love