Friday, July 29, 2011

Nothing to do but carry on

I’m A Survivor, 

Reba McEntire


I was born three months too early 
The doctor gave me thirty days 
But I must've had my mama's will 
And God's amazing grace 

I guess I'll keep on livin' 
Even if this love's to die for 
'Cause your bags are packed and I ain't cryin' 
You're walkin' out and I'm not trying 
To change your mind 'cause I was born to be 

The baby girl without a chance 
A victim of circumstance 
The one who oughta give up, but she's just 
Too hard headed 
A single mom who works two jobs 
Who loves her kids and never stops 
With gentle hands and the heart of a fighter 
I'm a survivor 

I don't believe in self-pity 
It only brings you down 
May be the queen of broken hearts 
But I don't hide behind the crown 
When the deck is stacked against me 
I just play a different game 
My roots are planted in the past 
And though my life is changin' fast 
Who I am is who I wanna be 

The baby girl without a chance 
A victim of circumstance 
The one who oughta give up, but she's just 
Too hard headed 
A single mom who works two jobs 
Who loves her kids and never stops 
With gentle hands and the heart of a fighter 
I'm a survivor

A single mom who works two jobs 
Who loves her kids and never stops 
With gentle hands and the heart of a fighter 
I'm a survivor 

But I must've had my mama's will 
And God's amazing grace

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