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Miranda Lambert

I know they say you can't go home again I just had to come back one last time Ma'am, I know you don't know me from Adam But these hand prints on the front

I ain't the kind you take home to mama I ain't the kind to wear no ring Somehow I always get stronger When I'm on my second drink Even though I hate

I was standing there crying in the kitchen It's been one of those mornings that's gonna last all day And he comes in, wraps his arms around me And I don

I feel like the flowers in this vase He just brought 'em home one day, "Ain't they beautiful?" he said They been here in the kitchen and the waters turnin

Well, I've been saved by the grace of southern charm I got a mouth like a sailor and yours is more like a Hallmark card If you wanna pick a fight, well

Devil had a daughter, took him to deep water Tried to kill him with a kiss He said, "Hey now honey, what about the money" I said, "I ain't got time for

Hey white liar The truth comes out a little at a time And it spreads just like a fire Slips off of your tongue like turpentine And I don't know why, white

Gives you something you can do with your hands Makes you look cool and feel like a man In the morning you'll probably regret me Me and your cigarettes

The warden threw a party in the county jail The prison band was there and they began to wail The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing You should