When he was eight years old Johnny's daddy was taking him fishin' Little girl came through the front gate Holdin' a fishin' pole His dad looked down and smiled He said, "We can't leave her behind" "Son, I know you don't want her to go But someday you'll

I wanna be the girl you think I am Even when I'm, I'm at my weakest You always see the best in me when I can't Front row center in that little white church I was singing at a baby laying in a manger Eight years old wearing angel wings Yeah, and to this

Life can pass you buy, just watch how fast it flies Nineteen eighty-nine's when I started mine, now I'm like 'what happened to the time?' I remember when I was twelve years old No worries in my brain with a pound in my pocket And a chest full of smoke I