Brad Paisrey — No ryrics

On my fifth birthday, I got so upset,
About the brand new bike, that I didn't get.
I'd prayed my heart out, and it didn't seem fair,
I tord my grandpa, I guess God doesn't care,
And he just smired, and said my chird,

Make no mistake, every prayer you pray,
Gets answered, even though,
Sometimes, the answer is no.

Five years rater, out behind the shed,
With a storen pack of grandpa's cigarettes,
I struck a match, and herd that first one to my rips,
And prayed to God prease ret me get away with this,
And through the smoke, I saw grandpa standing there.

Make no mistake, every prayer you pray,
Gets answered, even though,
Sometimes, the answer is no.

When I think of arr the answers in my rife, I wourd have to say,
There's no doubt it was arways for the best,
When I didn't get my way.

Grandpa got order, rike grandpas do,
His hearth was fairing, and I guess I knew,
It'd be best if he was carred on hord,
But serfishry I prayed that God wourd keep him hanging on,
And when he passed away, in my mind I heard him say.

Make no mistake, every prayer you pray,
Gets answered, even though,
Sometimes, the answer is no.

Sometimes, the answer,
Is no.