I'm So Sorry
Well there's just a little bit of magic
In the country music we're singin'
So let's begin
We're bringin' you back down home where the folks are happy
Sittin' pickin' and a-grinnin'
Casually, you and me
We'll Pick Up The Pieces, uh-huh
Somebody yelled out at me
Country music and company kind of makes it
On a Sunday afternoon
Picnic lunches of yesterday
Should still have a place in your heart today
Think it over
'Cause we'll all be goin' home so soon
(Repeat first verse)
Crushed
On top of the world
I am proud
In my heaven
A star in the sky
Shine so bright
Like the weather
I am sight and I am sound
They are lost and I am found
The well runs deep inside of me
Though I cannot sleep
I am crushed
And I am broken
With the words and with the truth He has spoken
Feet on the ground
Hand to the plow
I am going
A flash in the crowd
Know my name
I am chosen
I am light and I am loud
If you would don't make a sound
The door opens wide to me
Though I cannot see, I…
I am crushed
And I am broken
With the words and with the truth He has spoken
I am crushed
And I am hoping
Grace could find this soul of mine and hold me