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