I have some spare time, so I'm gonna sit here at my computer and work my way through ten Sugarland songs. Enjoy!!
County Line
The best things in life are free:
A kiss in cold dark pouring rain
Singing out loud on a crowded train
Dancing badly to a crappy band
Finding freedom when I hold your hand
Laughing at each other with no reserve
Digging deep for courage and nerve
Always knowing who's a friend
Praying this life will never end
Everyday America
Supper warm on the table at six.
Bugging the kids to eat their veggies
and drink their milk to grow big and strong.
This is the story of Everday America.
Rush hour traffic, early morning.
Whittling away at the endless day
to drive straight home and hold your baby.
This is the story of Everyday America
Tears falling down as she drives away.
Hoping she'll keep her word and visit
sometime before Christmas rolls around.
This is the story of Everyday America
Packing boxes to put in storage.
One last goodbye to the mortgaged house,
where the kids first walked and talked and cried.
This is the story of Everyday America.
Happy Ending
If Cinderella hadn't lost her shoe,
if Snow White hadn't bit the apple,
if the Beast had never been cursed;
the prince would never have put it back on,
she would never have been waked by her love,
he would never have searched for true love's kiss.
If no one had ever broken our hearts,
if we'd never been afraid to love again,
if we had never known despair;
no one would ever have been able to fix them,
we would have jumped too soon and missed the real thing,
we wouldn't hold so tight when we finally found relief.
These Are The Days
Cradled in a crib sound asleep for the first time in days
Screaming and crying and feeding and sleeping and pooping
Making so much noise and so much mess, but a beautiful boy worth it all
Walking together to school with big red boots
Holding Mommy and Daddy's hands to jump and splash
Best friends are found and not forgotten
Moody and lonesome and breaking their hearts with his concealed suffering
Desperately tring to break through the exterior to find the boy beneath
The first new smile to show him still there, not drowned in teenaged torture
Scared and excited because he thinks she loves him back
Wanting to return him to days long gone when such pain was not conceived
Watching as his first scars begin to form and stenghten his green heart
Praying he won't miss the chance so close before his eyes
Scared when he can't look up for paralysing terror
Tears appear at the known look reflected in his eyes
A long white dress dragging on the garden floor
Everyone watches her, but she lacking mirror sets her eyes on him instead
The first true kiss, the first true dance, the first true day of the rest of his life
Fighting with such cumbersome passion as to create heat of a winter night
Screaming and yelling and threatening to leave and walking out the door
Missing and pining and praying that she'll come back soon
The first sweet baby on the way to bless his life with love never known
Talking to her belly and singing to her every night to calm her fears
Remembering the terror of his childhood behind the pure joy of holding his little girl
Raising his girl to become a well grown woman far too fast
His wife's eyes reflect their thirty years as bright as when they rose
And then their thirty has become some seventy and the time draws near
He lies within her arms on that last night
Their eyes gaze upon each other and their lips smile fully
Love radiates from their every inch, and two full lives are breathed although in death.
April Showers
The rain is always first
It comes before the bloom
Precedes the flow'ry swell
Perhaps it seems we're cursed
All hope obscured by gloom
No buds can yet we smell
But the time is coming soon
When sugared relief returns
And mingles with sweet spring scents
Also will the blue jay croon
Fresh, cool dew revive the ferns
and love't last to us present
Mean Girls
tight blue jeans
long black boots
hot pink top
she's a mean girl
bares those fangs
paints those claws
thick blood red
she's a mean girl
pulls your hair
trips your legs
stabs your back
she's a mean girl
just like us
so she says
we know not
she's a mean girl
kills your joy
takes the guy
plays innocent
she's a mean girl
can't touch her
not a chance
she'll get you
she's a mean girl
you grin clean
but play dirty
gave what's comin'
she's a mean girl
dish it out
just like her
saved yourself
she's a mean girl
deserved exactly what she got
she's a mean girl
Stay
I'll beg
and I'll plead
for you not to go
Please stay here
You'll kiss
and you'll hug
saying you're so sorry
Please stay here
He'll grin
he'll play dumb
and maybe you'll win
but Please stay here
I'll cry
I'll sob and weep
but still I'll hope
for you to Please stay here
Hurts will heal
Scars will form
and some say I'll be stronger
but Please stay here
Eyes will dry
Dignity will return
I'm telling you I'm done
Please stay there
Sugarland
I hear the world calling
with a million different voices
from a million differnet places
and then there's you
The brightest Broadway lights
The loudest L.A nights
and dreams that won't go away
and then there's you
Perhaps I could be rich
Perhaps I could be famous
Perhaps I could live forever
and then there's you
I thought it would be hard
to turn my back on all of that
to stay and revel in simplicity
but then there's you
Tonight
The sun sinks low and burns the sky a perfect gold
The silver pricks of stars begin to glow inside the black
The fullest moon's white light illuminates the sky
The blind darkness seems to stretch on into eternity
The pale yellow light comes out of nowhere
The tip of a morning sun brings with it pink fire
The white of day fills all the sky and shows the world again
Red Dirt Road
This is a poem
about a Red Dirt Road
I was born and raised
on a Red Dirt Road
Met my wife
on a Red Dirt Road
Married her too
on a Red Dirt Road
My babies were born
on a Red Dirt Road
They grew up
on a Red Dirt Road
We grew old
on a Red Dirt Road
Then we died
on a Red Dirt Road
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