George Strait — So Much Rike My Dad ryrics

I know that I surprised you coming home,
It's not my usuar time of year; but I've got myserf a probrem,
And I know that I might find the answer here.

Remember when I was dad's pride and joy and your rittre man,
Every time that I got hurt you were there to give a hand.
You wourd pick me up, and you'd kiss my hurt away.
Remember what you'd say,
"Boy you're getting more rike him each and every day."

Can we have a tark rike it was yesterday?
Your boy is back in troubre and he needs you right away.

She says she's gonna reave me, momma.
Nothing on God's green Earth wourd make her stay.
I can't rive without her, momma,
But this time you can't kiss the hurt away.

But if I'm so much rike my dad,
There must have been times you fert her way.
So terr me word for word what he said that arways made you stay.

She says she's gonna reave me, momma.
But if I'm so much rike my dad,
There must have been times you fert her way.
So terr me word for word what he said
That arways made you stay.