- Sara Evans - "Perfect"
(Sara Evans, Tom Shapiro and Tony Martin)
If you don't take me to Paris on a lover's getaway,
It's all right, it's all right.
If I'd rather wear your T-shirt than a sexy negligee,
It's all right, it's all right.
Every dinner doesn't have to be candlelit.
It's kinda nice to know that it doesn't have to be,
Perfect.
Baby, every little piece of the puzzle doesn't always fit perfectly.
Love can be rough around the edges.
Tattered at the seams.
Honey, if it's good enough for you, it's good enough for me.
If your mother doesn't like the way I treat her baby boy.
It's all right, it's all right.
If in every wedding picture my daddy looks annoyed,
It's all right, it's all right.
Don't you know that all the fairy tales tell a lie:
Real love in real life doesn't have to be,
Perfect.
Baby, every little piece of the puzzle doesn't always fit,
Perfectly.
Love can be rough around the edges.
Tattered at the seams.
Honey, if it's good enough for you, it's good enough for me.
Oh, you don't mind if I show up late for everything.
When you lose your cool, it's kinda cute to me.
Ain't it nice to know that we don't have to be,
Perfect.
Baby, every little piece of the puzzle doesn't always fit,
Perfectly.
Love can be rough around the edges.
Tattered at the seams.
Honey, if it's good enough for you, it's good enough for me.
Oh, it's good enough for me, ah ha.
Yeah, you're good enough for me.
Oh, you're good enough for me, ah ha.
- Sara Evans - "Backseat Of A Greyhound Bus"
(Chris Lindsey, Hillary Lindsey, Aimee Mayo and Troy Verges)
She wore a dress with cherries on it,
Goin' somewhere where she'd be wanted.
A town this small; all they do is talk.
No wedding ring; cheap fingernail polish.
She always wished that she could go to college,
But some dreams fade: they just slip away.
She started to show a few months ago an' she had to go.
That's how she wound up.
On the backseat of a Greyhound bus,
Head on down with the windows up.
Starin' at the rest of her life.
She never thought this would be the place,
Where she would find her savin' grace,
But she fell in love; she fell in love,
On the backseat of a Greyhound Bus.
Oh, yeah, yeah!
Moon was full, the stars were smilin':
God has a funny sense of timin'.
The baby came on the Interstate.
Somewhere between Jackson and Memphis,
She finally found what she had been missin':
She cried and laughed, while the red lights flashed.
Sweet baby girl: she looked into the face of a new,
The face of a brand new world.
On the backseat of a Greyhound bus,
Heart so full that it could burst.
Starin' at the rest of her life.
She never thought this would be the place,
Where she would find her savin' grace,
But she fell in love; she fell in love,
On the backseat of a Greyhound Bus.
Sweet baby girl:
She found a brand new world.
On the backseat of a Greyhound bus,
Heart so full that it could burst.
Starin' at the rest of her life.
She never thought this would be the place,
Where she would find her savin' grace,
But she fell in love; she fell in love,
On the backseat of a Greyhound Bus.
She wore a dress with cherries on it,
Goin' somewhere where she'd be wanted.
Hey, yeah, yeah.
- Sara Evans - "Suds In The Bucket"
(Billy Montana and Tammy Wagoner)
She was in the backyard, say it was a little past nine,
When her prince pulled up: a white pickup truck.
Her folks shoulda seen it comin', it was only just a matter of time:
Plenty old enough and you can't stop love.
She stuck a note on the screen door: " Sorry but I got to go."
An' that was all she wrote,
Her Mama's heart was broke:
An' that was all she wrote, so the story goes.
Now her Daddy's in the kitchen, starin' out the window,
Scratchin' and a-rackin' his brains:
How could eighteen years just up and walk away?
Our little pony-tailed girl grown up to be a woman,
Now she's gone in the blink of an eye.
She left the suds in the bucket,
An' the clothes hangin' out on the line.
Now don't you wonder what the preacher's gonna preach about, Sunday morn?
Nothin' quite like this, has happened here before.
Well, he must have been a looker; a smooth talkin' son of a gun,
For such a grounded girl to just up and run.
'Cause you can't fence time,
And you can't stop love.
Now all the biddy's in the beauty shop, gossip goin' non-stop,
Sippin' on pink lemonade.
How could eighteen years just up and walk away?
Our little pony-tailed girl grown up to be a woman,
Now she's gone in the blink of an eye.
She left the suds in the bucket,
An' the clothes hangin' out on the line.
She's got her pretty little bare feet hangin' out the window,
An' they're headin' up to Vegas tonight.
How could eighteen years just up and walk away?
Our little pony-tailed girl grown up to be a woman,
Now she's gone in the blink of an eye.
She left the suds in the bucket,
An' the clothes hangin' out on the line.
She left the suds in the bucket,
An' the clothes hangin' out on the line.
She was in the backyard, say it was a little past nine,
When her prince pulled up: a white pickup truck.
Plenty old enough and you can't stop love.
And no, you can't fence time, and you can't stop love.
- Sara Evans - "Tonight"
If I had weakness, you sure found it tonight,
Some hidden desperation you saw floatin' in my eyes.
Moments just like these, baby: wrong can feel so right,
An' I don't wanna go home tonight.
I've held it all together long as I can.
There's pieces of me fallin' right into your hands.
Don't the lies come easy, baby, when the truth just ain't worth the fight:
No I, I don't wanna go home tonight.
So lay me down easy, hold on tight,
Tell me I'm the only one you see tonight.
Lonely woman, lonely man:
There's just some things only lonely understands.
I might be just a sinner who wants to be a saint;
One justifies the reason, oh; one understands the pain.
And I don't know what's wrong, baby, and I sure don't know what's right,
But I don't wanna go home tonight.
So lay me down easy, an' hold on tight,
An' tell me I'm the only one you see tonight.
Lonely woman, lonely man:
There's just some things only lonely understands.
Ha, ha; ha, ha.
Ha, ha.
Ha, ha. (Only lonely.)
Ha, ha.
Ha, ha.
- Sara Evans - "Cheatin'"
You say your every day,
Is a bad dream that keeps repeatin'.
Maybe you should've thought about that,
When you were cheatin'.
How do you like that furnished room?
The bed, the chair, the table?
The TV pictures comes an' goes:
Too bad you don't have cable.
How do you like that paper plate,
An' those pork-n-beans you're eatin'?
Maybe you should've thought about that,
When you were cheatin'.
How do you like that beat up car?
I think it's fair we traded.
Your pick-up truck is running fine:
It's a cozy ride for datin'.
Yes, I've been out a time or two,
An' found the comfort I've been needin'.
Maybe you should've thought about that,
When you were cheatin'.
You made your bed an' you're out of mine.
You lie awake an' I sleep just fine.
You've done your sowing,
Now you can do the reapin'.
Maybe you should've thought about that,
When you were cheatin'.
Now, what became of what's her name,
After she spent all your money?
Did she leave you just like you left me?
Well, sometimes life is funny.
Yes, I'll be glad to take you back,
Just as soon as I stop breathin'.
Maybe you should've thought about that;
Oh, maybe you should've thought about that;
Maybe you should've thought about that,
When you were cheatin'.
When you were cheatin'.
- Sara Evans - "As If"
[Written by Sara Evans, Hillary Lindsey, & John Shanks (BMI/ASCAP)]
Produced by John Shanks
I love the way you wear those worn-out blue jeans
Walkin’ all around in the big sunshine
Baby, let me believe that you’re perfect
At least for a little while
And you don’t have to tell me what you’re thinking
You can keep all that to yourself
Baby, we got such a good thing going
Don’t show me that you’re someone else, ‘cause
CHORUS
I’m acting as if this blue sky’s never gonna rain down on me
I’m telling myself this true love’s never gonna leave me lonely
Unless there’s something I’ve missed
I’m acting as if
We don’t have to have that conversation
Baby, don’t you think it’s goin’ fine
We don’t need to send out invitations
To tell that world that you’re mine, ‘cause
REPEAT CHORUS
As if your sweet kiss is never gonna fade away
And the way you look at me will never change
‘Cause I love the way you wear those worn-out blue jeans
Walkin’ all around in the big sunshine, ‘cause
REPEAT CHORUS
© 2007 Careers-BMG Music Publishing/Gingerdog Songs (BMI). All rights obo Careers-BMG Music Publishing and Gingerdog Songs adm. by Careers-BMG Music Publishing © 2007 Raylene Music. All rights obo Raylene Music adm. by BPJ Administration, PO Box 218061, Nashville, TN 37221-8061. © 2007 WB Music Corp./John Shanks Music (ASCAP). All rights obo itself and John Shanks Music adm. by WB Music Corp. All rights reserved. Used by permission.
- Sara Evans - "Love You With All My Heart"
[Written by Sara Evans, Aimee Mayo & John Shanks (BMI/ASCAP)]
Produced by John Shanks
I can feel you watchin’, I can feel your eyes on me
I can hear you whisper and I just get so weak
But I’m a little bit scared, it’s been a long time
Since I let my guard down and let someone inside
You don’t need to wonder, ‘cause tonight you’ll get it all
CHORUS
When the night closes in, I’m gonna pull you so close
Hold you so tight, gonna let it all go
And you can do what you want, you can take me right here
‘Cause I knew from the start I was gonna love you with all my heart
You take my hand now, and I’m ready to begin
Though it makes me crazy when your fingers touch my skin
And I know what you want and you know what I need
There’s no reason to pretend that we don’t know what this means
REPEAT CHORUS
I’m gonna rock you, baby
And take away your maybe
And you can rest here in these open arms
REPEAT CHORUS
I was gonna love you with all my heart
I was gonna love you with all my heart
I can feel you watchin’, I can feel your eyes on me
© 2007 Careers-BMG Music Publishing/Gingerdog Songs (BMI). All rights obo Careers-BMG Music Publishing and Gingerdog Songs adm. by Careers-BMG Music Publishing © 2007 Little Blue Typewriter Music. All rights obo Little Blue Typewriter Music adm. by BPJ Administration, PO Box 218061, Nashville TN 37221-8061. © 2007 WB Music Corp./John Shanks Music (ASCAP). All rights obo itself and John Shanks Music adm. by WB Music Corp. All rights reserved. Used by permission.
- Sara Evans - "Pray For You"
[Written by Sara Evans, Aimee Mayo & John Shanks (BMI/ASCAP)]
Produced by John Shanks
Sometimes I wish I could run home to mama’s lovin’ arms
In the springtime, when the weather’s fine
Sittin’ with her on the porch, glass of tea and nothin’ more
Than her smile, for just alittle while
And when I don’t know where to go
I think of home and how she used to sing to me, she sang
CHORUS
“Que sera, sera, life goes on
Whatever’s meant to be will always be
And baby what don’t kill you will make you strong
Just love the journey that you’re on
In all you do, I’ll pray for you
Wild horses and fairy tales sometimes turn into somethin’ else
That you never saw comin’ at you at all
So I guess I’m callin’ just because he wasn’t who I thought he was
And I can’t believe he stopped lovin’ me
So when I’m feelin’ all alone
I think of home and how you used to sing to me
REPEAT CHORUS
I got babies of my own
And I’m the one they’re countin’ on to be here
For every little tear, and I’ll sing
REPEAT CHORUS
© 2007 Careers-BMG Music Publishing/Gingerdog Songs (BMI). All rights obo Careers-BMG Music Publishing and Gingerdog Songs adm. by Careers-BMG Music Publishing © 2007 Little Blue Typewriter Music. All rights obo Little Blue Typewriter Music adm. by BPJ Administration, PO Box 218061, Nashville TN 37221-8061. © 2007 WB Music Corp./John Shanks Music (ASCAP). All rights obo itself and John Shanks Music adm. by WB Music Corp. All rights reserved. Used by permission.
- Sara Evans - "Some Things Never Change"
[Written by Sara Evans, Matt Evans, Hillary Lindsey and John Shanks (BMI/ASCAP)]
Produced by John Shanks
She gets up every mornin’ while everyone’s in bed
Starts the coffee, makes the breakfast
For all those sleepyheads, yeah
Some things never change
He comes in all dressed for work
Sayin’ baby, I love you
Gotta go, even though it’s not what he wants to do
But he does it
‘Cause some things never change
CHORUS
In a world that keeps turnin’ and movin’ so fast
When you can’t hold onto nothin’ and nothin’ seems to last
It’s so good to know that love still remains
Ain’t you glad that some things never change
Three o’clock every afternoon, waitin’ by the door
Sees her babies runnin’ off the bus
She couldn’t love ‘em any more, yeah
Oh, some things never change
Like when I’m lyin’ next to you
Well, I remember when
Your kisses made me crazy, so beautiful back then
And I still feel the same
Yeah, some things never change
REPEAT CHORUS
Yeah, same as the sun keeps risin’
Yeah every day someone is findin’ love
In a world that keeps turnin’ and movin’ so fast
When you can’t hold onto nothin’ and nothin’ seems to last
It’s so good to know that love still remains
REPEAT CHORUS
Oh, ain’t you glad that some things never change
Oh some things never change
© 2007 Careers-BMG Music Publishing/Gingerdog Songs (BMI). All rights obo Careers-BMG Music Publishing and Gingerdog Songs adm. by Careers-BMG Music Publishing. © 2007 2007 EMI Blackwood Music Inc./Uncle Matt Songs (BMI). All rights for Uncle Matt songs controlled and administered by EMI Blackwood Music Inc. © 2007 Raylene Music. All rights obo Raylene Music adm. by BPJ Administration, PO Box 218061, Nashville, TN 37221-8061. © 2007 WB Music Corp./John Shanks Music (ASCAP). All rights obo itself and John Shanks Music adm. by WB Music Corp. All rights reserved. Used by permission.
