SHE'S A GLASS OF WINE
ON A BACK PORCH
SHE'S AN AN GEL
FROM MONT GOME RY
SHE'S WILD FLO WERS
IN A MA SON JAR
I'M BARBED WIRE
ON AN OLD FENCE POST
WE GO TO GE THER LIKE
A GRA VEL ROAD
BUT GOD ON LY KNOWS
WHERE WE'LL END UP
WHEN YOU MIX MY CAL LOUSED
WAYS WITH HER SWEET TOUCH
SHE'S A CAN DLE LIGHT
IN ALL MY DARK
WHEN WE COME TO GE THER
WE'RE THE BEST OF WHO WE ARE
HER MID NIGHT PRAY ERS AL WAYS
CALM THE CRA ZY IN MY BRAIN
GOD ON LY KNOWS
WHERE WE'LL END UP
WHEN YOU MIX MY CAL LOUSED
WAYS WITH HER SWEET TOUCH
SHE'S A CAN DLE LIGHT
IN ALL MY DARK
WHEN WE COME TO GE THER
WE'RE THE BEST OF WHO WE ARE
BUT GOD ON LY KNOWS
WHERE WE'LL END UP
WHEN YOU MIX MY CAL LOUSED
WAYS WITH HER SWEET TOUCH
SHE'S A CAN DLE LIGHT
IN ALL MY DARK
WHEN WE COME TO GE THER
WE'RE THE BEST OF WHO WE ARE
