Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Bullet, artist - Carrie Underwood. Album song Cry Pretty, in the genre КантриDate of issue: 13.09.2018
Record label: A Capitol Records Nashville Release;
Song language: English
The Bullet |
| Line of limousines leaves one by one |
| The prayers been prayed, the hymns been sung |
| Black mascara’s already run |
| But the tears keep flowin' |
| You can blame it on hate or blame it on guns |
| But mama’s ain’t supposed to bury their sons |
| Left a hole in her heart and it still ain’t done |
| The bullet keeps on goin' |
| Through every branch of his family tree |
| Every birthday that he’ll never see |
| Every chance to live a good life that was stolen |
| Through the son he’ll never get to raise |
| His daughter on her wedding day |
| Wishin' it was his hands she was holdin' |
| 'Till every heart that’s left to break is broken |
| The bullet keeps on goin' |
| The grass grows back around the stone |
| And friends stop checkin' in on the phone |
| The camera crews have all moved on |
| But the wound’s still open |
| The bullet keeps on goin' |
| Through every branch of his family tree |
| Every birthday that he’ll never see |
| Every chance to live a good life that was stolen |
| Through the son he’ll never get to raise |
| His daughter on her wedding day |
| Wishin' it was his hands she was holdin' |
| 'Till every heart that’s left to break is broken |
| The bullet keeps on goin', yeah |
| Oh, whoa |
| Line of limousines leaving one by one |
| The prayers been prayed, the hymns been sung |
| Oh, mama’s ain’t supposed to bury their sons |
| The bullet keeps on goin' |
| Through the son he’ll never get to raise |
| His daughter on her wedding day |
| Wishin' it was his hands she was holdin' |
| 'Till every heart that’s left to break is broken |
| The bullet keeps on goin' |
| The bullet keeps on goin' |