Texty: Melinda Schneider. Cry A Little.
Remember when we used to dance together down by the lake
Baby you're the only man who could make the ground shake
Maybe it's a major hurt maybe it's a minor chord
Maybe it's a broken heart maybe it's a love ignored
Why I cry a little every time the fiddle plays
Oh you're gone but the song stays
And I die a little when I think about the days that passed us by
And I cry every time the fiddle plays
I never have understood why you left when you did
You said it was for my good you've never even seen your kid
Maybe it's a major deal, maybe it's a minor change
Maybe it's a broken vow, maybe it's love estranged
Why I cry a little every time the fiddle plays
Oh you're gone but the song stays
And I die a little when I think about the days that passed us by
And I cry every time the fiddle plays
Maybe we were meant to be maybe we were mismatched
But I'll always have my memories and there'll always be strings attached
I cry a little every time the fiddle plays
Oh you're gone but the song stays
And I die a little when I think about the days that passed us by
And I cry every time the fiddle plays
Baby you're the only man who could make the ground shake
Maybe it's a major hurt maybe it's a minor chord
Maybe it's a broken heart maybe it's a love ignored
Why I cry a little every time the fiddle plays
Oh you're gone but the song stays
And I die a little when I think about the days that passed us by
And I cry every time the fiddle plays
I never have understood why you left when you did
You said it was for my good you've never even seen your kid
Maybe it's a major deal, maybe it's a minor change
Maybe it's a broken vow, maybe it's love estranged
Why I cry a little every time the fiddle plays
Oh you're gone but the song stays
And I die a little when I think about the days that passed us by
And I cry every time the fiddle plays
Maybe we were meant to be maybe we were mismatched
But I'll always have my memories and there'll always be strings attached
I cry a little every time the fiddle plays
Oh you're gone but the song stays
And I die a little when I think about the days that passed us by
And I cry every time the fiddle plays
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