Smell Of Her Hair Songtext

I'm sorry mama
Im gonna die
Just like my old man
As lonesome as i can
And angryat the world for the damage done by my own hands
I hope your heaven holds a placefor such a bitter man

And I'm sorry mama
I dont know how
She slipped right through my hands
I should have learned to dance
I know she was your favoriteand believe you me I understand
I hope your heaven holds a placefor someone who always blows a second chance

Cus im dyinim dyin from the memories
And the winewell it just aint as sweet
As the shore of Carolinaand the waters that set me free
And the smell..of her hair hangin over me

Im sorry mama
I dont come home
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Theres nothing for me..
Theres nothin up my sleeve
Its just that imstuck here in the middle of something that i cant leave
I hope your heaven holds a place for mecus i do believe yes i believe yeah i believe

Im dyin from the memories
And the wineit just aint as sweet
As the shores of Carolinaand the waters that set me free
And the smell of her hairhangin over me

Instrumental break

Im dyin from the memories
And the wineit just aint as sweet
As the shores of Carolinaand the waters that set me free
And the smell of her hairhangin over me
And the smellof her hair hangin over me
And the smell of her hair hangin over me

Matt Powell Smell Of Her Hair songtext