I love country music that touches on very powerful issues like this. It’s beautiful. THAT’S what country music is supposed to be. Deep. Personal. It’s supposed to get down to your deepest emotions.
Guitar tonight on Skype!
If anyone’s interested, I’ll play my (acoustic) guitar for someone on Skype tonight. Girls only.
I’ll also promo anyone that does this. I don’t have many followers, but I’ll still do it.
Just send me a message by clicking on my “Say somethin’!” link on my blog.
Lmfao. My Pandora starts off playing “Animal I Have Become” by Three Days Grace, and then when I change it to my Def Leppard station, “Animal” comes on.
Suppose I called you up tonight
And told you that I love you
And suppose I said I wanna come back home
And suppose I cried and said
I finally think I learned my lesson
And I’m tired of spendin all my time alone
If I told you that I realized you’re all I ever wanted
And it’s killin me to be so far away
Would you tell me that you love me too?
And would we cry together?
Or would you simply laugh at me and say?
"I told you so,
Oh, I told you so
I told you someday you’d come crawlin back
And askin me to take you in
I told you so
But you had to go
Now I’ve found somebody new
And you will never break my heart into again”?
If I got down on my knees and told you I was yours forever
Would you get down on yours too and take my hand?
A Saturday downpour carved out rivers in the sand
she said it was her first time to see the sea
helping to clime the jetty rocks was the first time I touched her hand
and the rain and the way it felt never let up all week
by Thursday I knew everything about her
And God, the last day I didn’t wanna leave without her
The sidewalks and streets were soaked and the sky was gray
but you should’ve seen her face, shining like that light house
through all the rain and the way she called my name
I’ve lived those seven days a thousand times,
those seven days a thousand times
Jacob was a dirt poor farm boy
Raised at the fork in the road in a clapboard house
And Rachel was a land baron’s daughter
Born with a silver spoon in her mouth
Her daddy said he wouldn’t stand
For Rachel to waste her life with a common man
He tried hard to keep them apart
But you can’t draw lines in a young girl’s heart
So late one night by the harvest moon
Jacon climbed a ladder up to Rachel’s room
He knew his place, it was right beside her
Step by step up to her world
Head over heels for a brown-eyed girl
And gettin’ caught didn’t seem to matter
'Cause Heaven was waitin' at the top of Jacob's ladder