Sammy Kershaw

Sammy Kershaw
Last updated: Sunday 14. June 1998

I Saw You Today (contributed by Will Hose)

Despite all the distance and time
And the changes that I have gone through
You never stray far from my mind
And I never stop hoping once more I'll see you

(Chorus)
And I saw you today
In the backyard at play
Baby-blue eyes, blond hair in the wind
She's you all over again
Although you went away
I saw you today

I used to wish on a star
And I used to send up a prayer
To Heaven, where I know you are
That some day I'd see you, up there or somewhere

(Repeat chorus)

Baby-blue eyes, blond hair in the wind
She's you all over again
Although you went away
I saw you. I saw you, today

Little Bitty Crack In Her Heart(contributed by Will Hose)
(written by Shawn Camp and Jim Rushing)

Shattered inside and scattered around
Were the pieces of her broken heart
I gathered up the pieces I found
Put her back together like a busted guitar
But some glues hold and some glues don't
In spite of everything I've tried,
Somebody stole my darlin, Lord
Right before my very eyes

He didn't walk, talk, push his way in,
Fly through the window on a gust of hot wind
He didn't sprout wings
And he sure wasn't playing no harp
Low as he was, I couldn't see him,
Slithering around in the dark
No, he must have crawled through
A little bitty crack in her heart

Copin' with gone and hoping I'm wrong,
But I sure see a definite change
There's a look in her eyes that's sayin' goodbye
And her snuggle when I hold her don't feel the same
The way her heart beats for the sneaky thief,
You picture him dark and tall
But the feller that stole my darlin', Lord
He has to be very small

(Repeat chorus)

Low as he was I couldn't see him
Slitherin' around in the dark
Lord he must of crawled through
A little bitty crack in her heart
Low as he was I couldn't see him
Slitherin' around in the dark
Lord he must of crawled through
A little bitty crack in her heart
Lord he must of crawled through
A little bitty crack in her heart

Love Of My Life (contributed by Craig Petroske)

You are the love of my life
And you are the reason I'm alive
And baby, baby, baby
When I think of how you saved me
I go crazy

I've never known love like this
And it fills me with a new tenderness
And I know, I know, I know
You're in my heart, you're in my soul
You're all I can't resist

And I need to tell you
The first time I held you
I knew you are the love of my life

(Chorus)
I spent a lifetime waiting
Always hesitating until you
I was lost so deep inside my shell
'Til you came and saved me from myself
Now all I really know
Is I need you

And you are the love of my life
All the joy and tears that I cry
And baby, baby, baby
You don't have to say a word
I see it in your eyes

As we stand together
I promise forever
'Til the day that I die
You are the love of my life

(Repeat chorus)

You are the love of my life
You are the reason I'm alive

Meant To Be(contributed by Craig Petroske)
(written by Chris Waters and Rick Bowles)

Well, first I missed my plane
So I wound up on your flight
Then we got stuck in Dallas-Ft. Worth
Half the night
And the only vacant seat
You could find at gate twenty-nine
Was the one next to mine

(Chorus)
Call it fate
Destiny
Call it luck you ended up with me
But some things are meant to be
Coincidence
Circumstance
Or something bigger that's just out of our hands
Oh, some things are meant to be

You said Atlanta was your home
Well, I happened to live there too
I'd just broken up with someone -- so had you
And when you said for everyone
There is someone they're meant to find
I knew I'd found mine

(Repeat chorus)

Coincidence
Circumstance
Or something bigger that's just out of our hands
Oh, some things are meant to be
Baby, some things are meant to be

Politics, Religion And Her(contributed by Will Hose)
(written by Tony Martin and Byron Hill)

Hey, ole buddy, how you been?
Not much has changed here on my end
No, I don't think she's comin' back
We better not get into that

(Chorus)
Let's talk about baseball
Talk a little small talk
There's gotta be a good joke
That you've heard
Let's talk about NASCARs
Old Hollywood movie stars
Let's talk about anything
Anything in this world
But politics, religion and her

Politics can start a fight
Religion's hard to know who's right
And one more topic I won't touch
That one's her -- it hurts too much

(Repeat chorus)

Let's talk about NASCARs
Old Hollywood movie stars
Let's talk about anything
Anything in this world
But politics, religion and her
But politics, religion and her

Queen Of My Double Wide Trailer(contributed by Craig Petroske)
(written by Dennis Linde)

Well, I met her out at Murphy's restauraunt
She said she was fresh from the farm
And I remember thinkin' for a country girl
That she went pretty well armed
We sat there talkin' by the lobster tank
I ordered her a slow gin fizz
And when the chicken fried steaks arrived
She said I like living like this

So I made her the queen of my double wide trailer
With the polyester curtains and the redwood deck
Sometimes she runs and I've got to trail her
Dang her black heart and her pretty red neck

Well a few nights later I run into her
With some stranger on a park bench
She said he rebuilds engines and his name is Earl
He's the Charlie Daniels of the torque wrench
I whispered honey lets just go on home
And have some onion rings and watch TV
And as I walked her to the truck
Earl was cryin' don't you leave me
I told him

This is the queen of my double wide trailer
With the polyester curtains and the redwood deck
Sometimes she runs and I've got to trail her
Dang her black heart and her pretty red neck

I said this is the queen of my double wide trailer
With the polyester curtains and the redwood deck
Sometimes she runs and I've got to trail her
Dang her black heart and her pretty red neck

I said this is the queen of my double wide trailer
With the polyester curtains and the redwood deck
Sometimes she runs and I've got to trail her
Dang her black heart and her pretty red neck

She's the Queen
She's the Queen

Third Rate Romance(contributed by Craig Petroske)
(written by Russel Smith)

Sitting at a tiny table in a ritzy restaurant
She was staring at her coffee cup
He was trying to keep his courage up
By buying booze
Talk was small when they talked at all
They both knew what they wanted
There was no need to talk about it
They were old enough to scope it out
And keep it loose
She said, "You don't look like my type
But I guess you'll do"
Third-rate romance, low-rent rendevouz
And he said, "I'll even tell you that I love you
If you want me to"
Third-rate romance, low-rent rendevouz

When they left the bar
They got in his car and they drove away
He drove to the Family Inn
She didn't even have to pretend she didn't know what for
He went to the desk
And made his request
While she waited outside
Then he came back with the key
And she said give it to me
I'll unlock the door
She kept sayin, "I've never really done this kind of thing before
Have you?"
Third-rate romance, low-rent rendevouz
And he said, "Yes, I have
But only a time or two"
Third-rate romance, low-rent rendevouz
Third-rate romance, low-rent rendevouz
Third-rate romance, low-rent rendevouz

Vidalia (contributed by Craig Petroske)
(written by Tim Nichols and Mark D. Sanders)

Ain't nothin' so precious as a first born child
What to call their little angel
They wondered for a while
Your dear mama Violet
And your proud daddy Dale
I know when they named ya
They surely meant well, but

(Chorus)
Vidalia, Vidalia
Girl won't you tell me why
Sweet Vidalia
You always gotta make me cry

I never paid no attention to a girl before
Till the day I saw you standin'
In the Sunday school door
One boy sorta snickered when the roll was read
Till you laid the word of God
Up 'side of his head

(Repeat chorus)

When I try to get too close
Seems like we've always been almost
Just one step or two away from true love

Well, I love the way you walk, I love the way you kiss
I love to get away with you alone like this
If I could just mention just one little thing
Vidalia would ya stop livin' up to you name

(Repeat chorus twice)

You always gotta make me cry
You always gotta make me cry
You always gotta make me cry

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