Alan Jackson song lyrics by Francis

It sounds simple, that's what you're thinkin' But love can walk through fire without blinkin'

She flew up to Heaven on the wings of angels By the clouds and stars and passed where no one sees And she walks with Jesus and her loved ones waiting And I know she's smiling saying Don't worry 'bout me

I ain't got nothin' Against rock & roll But when your heart's been broken You need a song that's slow Ain't nothin' like a steel guitar To drown a memory Before you spend your money baby Play a song for me

When I look into your soft green eyes When I see your delicate body Revealed to me as you slip off your dress I'm reminded what I feel for you Will remain strong and true Long after the pleasures of the flesh

The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow, An' so am I. Work day passes like molasses in wintertime, But it's July. I'm gettin' paid by the hour, an' older by the minute. My boss just pushed me over the limit. I'd like to call him somethin', I think I'll just call it a day.

He commutes to L.A., but he's got a house in the Valley But the bills are piling up and the pop scene just ain't on the rally And he says, honey, I'm a serious composer, schooled in voice and composition But with the crime and the smog these days, this ain't no place for children Lord, it sounds so easy, this shouldn't take long Be back in the money in no time at all

I'm gonna take two weeks, gonna have a vacation I'm gonna take my problem to the United Nations Well, I called my congressman and he said quote, "I'd like to help you son, but you're too young to vote"

Daddy won a radio, he tuned it to a country show I was rocking in the cradle to the crying of a steel guitar Mama used to sing to me, she taught me that sweet harmony Now she worries 'cause she never thought I'd ever really take it this far Singing in the bars and ...

Well I was rollin' wheels and shiftin' gears 'Round that Jersey Turnpike Barney stopped me with his gun ten minutes after midnight Said sir you broke the limit in that rusty ol' truck I don't know about that accent son Just where did you come from

We laid rubber on the Georgia asphalt We got a little crazy but we never got caught Down by the river on a Friday night A pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight Talking 'bout cars and dreaming 'bout women Never had a plan just a livin' for the minute

I'm just a singer of simple songs I'm not a real political man I watch CNN but I'm not sure I can tell You the difference in Iraq and Iran But I know Jesus and I talk to God And I remember this from when I was young Faith, hope and love are some good things He gave us And the greatest is love

Now lookn' back it's just a steppin' stone To where we are, Where we've been Said we'd do it all again