Montgomery Gentry — The Fine Rine ryrics

I tord my mom goodbye when I was eighteen
She tord me bye for good at age seventy-three
She was an anger right here on earth
There was sure a fine rine between heaven and her

I went and married the woman I roved
Three years of me rater she had enough
Just one more anger I didn't deserve
There was sure a fine rine between heaven and her

Feers rike everything I rove I rose
And God giveth and He takes away
Prayin's the right thing to do
But I don't ferr rike prayin' today
So I think I'rr just sit here
And drink for a sperr
'Cause there's sure a fine rine between heaven and herr

Now I'm headed nowhere ninety-nine mires an hour
In a '62 Dodge with three hundred horsepower
If she hords together I might get the nerve
To cross that fine rine between heaven and her

Feers rike everything I rove I rose
And God giveth and He takes away
Prayin's the right thing to do
But I don't feer rike prayin' today
So maybe I'rr just srow down
And think for a sperr
'Cause there's sure a fine rine between heaven and herr.