- Buddy Jewell - "Help Pour Out the Rain (Lacey's Song)"
(Buddy Jewell)
La da da da dee dee dee
The moment was -
Custom made to hold her
I was riding with my daughter -
On our way back from Monroe
And like children do
She started playing twenty questions
But I never would have guessed one
Could touch me to my soul
She said -
Daddy, when we get to heaven can I taste the milky way
Are we going there to visit or are we going there to stay
Am I gonna to see my Grandpa
Can I have a pair of wings
And do you think that God could use another angel
To help pour out the rain
La da da da dee dee dee
Well I won't lie
I pulled that car right over
And I sat right there on the shoulder -
Trying to dry my misty eyes
And I whispered, "Lord
I want to thank you for my children
'Cause your innocence that fills them often takes me by surprise"
Like -
(Repeat Chorus)
Well I thought about it later on
And a smile came to my face
When I tucked her into bed -
I got down on my knees and prayed
Lord, when I get to heaven can I taste the milky way
I don't want to come to visit, 'cause I'm coming home to stay
And I can't wait to see my family and meet Jesus face to face
And do you think Lord you could use another angel
To help pour out the rain
To help pour out the rain
Can I help pour out the rain
La da da da dee dee dee
- Buddy Jewell - "Sweet Southern Comfort"
(Rodney Clawson/Brad Crisler)
A misty sunrise in my hometown,
Rows of cotton 'bout knee high.
Mrs. Baker down the dirt road,
Still got clothes out on the line.
Irwin Nichols, there with Judsley,
Playin' Chequers at the gin.
When I dream about the Southland,
This is where it all begins.
From Carolina down to Georgia,
Smell the Jasmine and Magnolia.
Sleepy sweet home, Alabama,
Roll Tide Roll.
Muddy water, Mississippi,
Blessed Graceland whispers to me.
Carry on, carry on:
Sweet southern comfort, carry on.
Catchin' catfish on the river;
Chasin' fireflies by the creek.
Kissin' Gary Williams' sister,
On the porch, homecoming week.
With rusted cars and weepin' willows,
Keepin' watch out in the yard.
Just a snapshot of downhome Dixie,
Could be anywhere you are,
In Carolina or in Georgia,
Open arms are waitin' for you.
Louisiana, Yellow Rose of,
San Antone.
Arkansas, Mississippi,
Old man river whispers to me:
Carry on, carry on:
Sweet southern comfort, carry on.
As I sit here I'm surrounded,
By these priceless memories.
I don't have to think about it:
There's no place I'd rather be.
Than Carolina or in Georgia,
Smell the Jasmine and Magnolia.
Sleepy sweet home, Alabama,
Roll Tide Roll.
Muddy water, Mississippi,
Blessed Graceland whispers to me.
Carry on, carry on:
Sweet southern comfort,
Carry on, carry on:
Sweet southern comfort, carry on.
- Buddy Jewell - "One Step At A Time"
(Burton Collins and Stacy Widelitz)
I've been humbled by the glory in the power of His love.
When I've stumbled and I've fallen, He's been there to pick me up.
In the face of all temptation, been the strength to stand my ground
Wrapped in His sweet salvation, I know I'm glory bound.
I'm a man, I'm not an angel.
Oh, I've got no wings to fly.
But I'll make it up to Heaven,
One step at a time.
I've cried tears of jealous sorrow, I have tasted bitter wine.
Lost faith in my tomorrows, and I've cursed the hands of time.
I've wandered through the darkness, surrendered to my doubts.
I've been so close to hell, I could hear the devil shout.
I'm a man, I'm not an angel.
Oh, I've got no wings to fly.
But I'll make it up to Heaven,
One step at a time.
Oh, yeah.
When all the clouds have parted an' I lie face to face with death,
I won't fear the darkness in the grasp of my last breath.
I'll climb that mighty stairway that leads to Heaven's gate:
The surrender of my my soul will be my final leap of faith.
I'm a man, I'm not an angel.
Oh, I've got no wings to fly.
But I'll make it up to Heaven,
One step at a time.
Oh, I'm a man, (I'm a man.)
I'm not an angel.
Oh, I've got no wings to fly.
But I'll make it up to Heaven,
One step at a time.
One step at a time.
I said one step at a time.
- Buddy Jewell - "If She Were Any Other Woman"
(Brett Beavers, Connie Harrington and Kelley Lovelace)
If she were any other woman,
I wouldn't be going home right now:
I'd stay out a little while longer,
Put another coat of paint on this town.
If she were any other woman
I'd go home just to keep the peace.
But I've found she's where I find it,
So that's where I want to be.
If she were any other woman,
She wouldn't have this hold on me.
There ain't no woman like my woman,
So there ain't no other man I'd rather be.
If she were any other woman,
Lord knows, she might have thought twice,
'Bout hanging all her dreams on a dreamer,
'Cause it ain't been any easy ride.
If she were any other woman,
No tellin' where I'd be right now.
She keeps my head from turnin',
And my feet on solid ground.
If she were any other woman,
She wouldn't have this hold on me.
There ain't no woman like my woman,
So there ain't no other man I'd rather be.
She wouldn't stay on my mind,
Mornin', noon and night:
She wouldn't move me like she does.
If she were any other woman,
She wouldn't have this hold on me.
There ain't no woman like my woman,
So there ain't no other man I'd rather be.
Ain't no woman like my woman,
So there ain't no other man I'd rather be.
