Benson Boone

Oh, I remember how you were, you were every shade of perfectAnd then the colours blurred, and you’ll never love me like you didYou’ll never love, you’ll never love me like you didAnd I see ادامه مطلب

Two, three Sunday mornings were your favoriteI used to meet you down on Woods Creek RoadYou did your hair up like you were famousEven though it’s only church where we were goin’ Now, Sunday mornings, ادامه مطلب

For a while there, it was roughBut lately, I’ve been doin’ betterThan the last four cold DecembersI recall And I see my family every monthI found a girl my parents loveShe’ll come and stay the ادامه مطلب