Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song She Wouldn't Be Gone, artist - Blake Shelton. Album song Reloaded: 20 #1 Hits, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 22.10.2015
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
She Wouldn't Be Gone |
Red roadside wildflower if I’d only picked you |
Took you home set you on the counter |
Oh, at least a time or two |
Maybe she’d thought it through |
Yellow sunset slowly dippin' down in the rearview |
Oh, how she’d love to sit and watch you |
I could have done that a whole lot more |
If I hadn’t been so stubborn, been so selfish |
Thought about her more, thought about me less |
Joked and make her laugh, held her when she cried |
A little more that, maybe I |
Wouldn’t be drivin' like hell flyin' like crazy down the highway |
Callin' everyone we know stoppin' any place she might be |
Goin' any place she might go beatin' on the dash |
Screamin' out her name at the windshield tears soaking up my face |
If I had loved her this much all along, maybe maybe, yeah maybe |
She wouldn’t be gone |
She wouldn’t be gone |
She warned me it was comin' said if I didn’t change |
She was leavin' |
I just didn’t believe she would ever really walk out |
God, I believe her now |
Called her mamma, cried like a baby to her best friend |
If they’ve seen her, they ain’t sayin', they ain’t sayin' |
Now, I’m cursin' like a fool, prayin' it ain’t too late |
All I wanna do is fix my mistakes |
Find her beg her for one more try until then damn it I’ll |
Be drivin' like hell flyin' like crazy down the highway |
Callin' everyone we know stoppin' any place she might be |
Goin' any place she might go beatin' on the dash |
Screamin' out her name at the windshield tears soakin' up my face |
If I had loved her this much all along, maybe maybe, yeah maybe |
She wouldn’t be gone |
I wouldn’t be beatin' on the dash |
Screamin' out her name at the windshield tears soakin' up my face |
If I had loved her this much all along, maybe maybe, yeah maybe |
She wouldn’t be gone |
Red roadside wildflower if I’d only picked you |
Took you home set you on the counter, oh at least a time or two |
Maybe she’d thought it through |