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Track #6 off of Tim McGraw's Sundown Heaven Town album! I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE PICS OR THE SONG! NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT INTENDED!!! ALL CREDIT GOES TO TIM MCGRAW AND THE RECORD LABEL!!
**Lyrics**
For the light sleeper, the street sweeper,
Promise breaker, promise keeper,
The astronaut, the acrobat,
The underdog who is coming back.
Maybe you’re Hooked On Phonics or Mary Jane;
Coca Cola or cocaine.
We’re just a different kind of the same, yeah.
Sticks and stones can break you.
But words are medicine, words are medicine.
When I’m black and blue, I’m broken and bruised,
I hear your voice again.
Words are medicine.
The beautician, the mortician,
The blinded sided, the night vision,
The baptized, the chicken fried,
The rolled tide, the unforgiven.
For the girl who is lost in romance novels,
The guy who sees through whiskey goggles
We’re just a different kind of the same, yeah.
Sticks and stones can break you.
But words are medicine, words are medicine.
When you’re black and blue, you’re broken and bruised,
Just hear my voice again:
Words are medicine.
I do. I will.
I believe in you still.
I have a dream.
Imagine.
A shiny city on a hill.
I’m sorry. Forgive me.
I love you.
I love you.
Words are medicine. Words are medicine.
When you’re black and blue, you’re broken and bruised,
Just hear my voice again:
Words are medicine. Words are medicine.
When we’re black and blue, we’re broken and bruised,
I hear your song , my friend.
Words are medicine. Words are medicine.
Words are medicine. Words are medicine.
Track #6 off of Tim McGraw's Sundown Heaven Town album! I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE PICS OR THE SONG! NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT INTENDED!!! ALL CREDIT GOES TO TIM MCGRAW AND THE RECORD LABEL!!
**Lyrics**
For the light sleeper, the street sweeper,
Promise breaker, promise keeper,
The astronaut, the acrobat,
The underdog who is coming back.
Maybe you’re Hooked On Phonics or Mary Jane;
Coca Cola or cocaine.
We’re just a different kind of the same, yeah.
Sticks and stones can break you.
But words are medicine, words are medicine.
When I’m black and blue, I’m broken and bruised,
I hear your voice again.
Words are medicine.
The beautician, the mortician,
The blinded sided, the night vision,
The baptized, the chicken fried,
The rolled tide, the unforgiven.
For the girl who is lost in romance novels,
The guy who sees through whiskey goggles
We’re just a different kind of the same, yeah.
Sticks and stones can break you.
But words are medicine, words are medicine.
When you’re black and blue, you’re broken and bruised,
Just hear my voice again:
Words are medicine.
I do. I will.
I believe in you still.
I have a dream.
Imagine.
A shiny city on a hill.
I’m sorry. Forgive me.
I love you.
I love you.
Words are medicine. Words are medicine.
When you’re black and blue, you’re broken and bruised,
Just hear my voice again:
Words are medicine. Words are medicine.
When we’re black and blue, we’re broken and bruised,
I hear your song , my friend.
Words are medicine. Words are medicine.
Words are medicine. Words are medicine.



![Tim McGraw - Meanwhile Back At Mamas (Feat, Faith Hill) (Lyrics in Description)
Track #8 off of Tim McGraws Sundown Heaven Town album! I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE PICS OR THE SONG! NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT INTENDED!!! ALL CREDIT GOES TO TIM MCGRAW AND THE RECORD LABEL!!
**Lyrics**
[Verse 1: Tim McGraw]
Runnin round in this new truck
Bank lets me borrow from month to month
Im runnin out of credit, find a little Cash on the radio
Standin still theyre blowin past, numbers on cars goin NASCAR fast
What I wouldnt give for a slow down, dont ya know?
Cause where I come from, only the horses run
When the day is done, we take it easy
[Chorus: Tim McGraw]
Meanwhile back at Mamas
The porch lights on, come on in if you wanna
Suppers on the stove and beers in the fridge
Red sun sinkin out low on the ridge
Games on the tube and Daddy smokes cigarettes
Whiskey keeps his whistle wet
Funny the things you thought youd never miss
In a world gone crazy as this
[Verse 2: Tim McGraw]
Well I found a girl and we dont fit in here
Talk about how hard it is to breathe here
Even with the windows down cant catch a southern breeze here
One of these days gonna pack it up and leave here
Cause
[Chorus: Both]
[Bridge: Both]
Oh I miss yeah a little dirt on the road, I miss corn growin in a row
I miss being somebody everybody knows, there everybody knows everybody
I miss those small town routes, walkin around in muddy boots
The sound of rain on an old tin roof
Its time we head on back
[Chorus: Both]
Cause meanwhile back at Mamas
The for sale signs goin up and Im gonna
Dump this truck and the little I got
On a loan to own and a three-acre lot
Put supper on the stove and beer in the fridge
Goin for broke and were gonna be rich
Watch the sun settin on the ridge
Baby tell me what you think about this
[Outro: Both]
Me and you back at Mamas
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