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Gill Vince Next Big Thing

a man But I can't Not from where I stand You see I made a promise When I put on that rign And I plan to kep it, babe It's a sacred thing Well, heaven

In these last few days, you've been on my mind. An' we should get together an' talk about old times. An' put the past behind us before life slips away

No man ever sounded so lonesome No man ever made you feel such pain Lord, it must have been a real mean bottle That made you sing that way The stories

(Vince Gill / Leslie Satcher) I wanna hear an old time fiddle Play an old time fiddle song I might even drink just a little If you play Little Jolie

you The sun's gonna shine on you I miss that little sparkle on your face That pretty little smile that has been replaced Have a little faith, baby just be still 'Cause things

This old guitar and me And the things that we've been through C.F. Martin built him Back in nineteen fourty-two I remember when we met I was only seventeen

We closed down the Border Cantina And drank margaritas till dawn You were my sweet senorita And I was your handsome Don Jaun We danced like there was

Everyt ime I look into the mirror I swear that I don't see the things you do You say it couldn't be any clearer And all I can see is me without you

I wake up one morning and it's passed you by. Don't know when and you don't know why. I feel like an old memory hangin' round. An' man, you've got to