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    Reba Mcentire
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    Eight Crazy Hours (Story Of Love)

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      Lyrics for Reba Mcentire - "Eight Crazy Hours (Story Of Love)"

      It was somethin' as simple
      As makin' the bed
      That kicked off the voice
      Inside her head
      She was smoothin' the sheet
      With the palm of her hand
      When the thought struck home
      "I don't know who I am"

      And she sat cross-legged
      On the bedroom floor
      And thought
      There's 3 people in this house
      That don't need me anymore
      And she cried like a baby
      In a pile of dirty clothes

      Oh, should I be more care free
      Should I be more sexy
      Should I be more friend, than mom
      And the dryer was buzzin'
      And the TV was blarin'
      And she wanted to call her momma

      It was somethin' as simple
      As checkin' in to that cheap motel
      Out on Highway ten
      Was it the sting of leavin'
      Or usin' her maiden name
      That took all of the fun
      Out of runnin' away
      And she cried like a baby
      In the tub of room five

      Oh, should I be more care free
      Should I be more sexy
      Should I be more friend, than mom
      And her head was buzzin'
      And the TV was blarin'
      And she wanted to call her husband

      It was somethin' as simple
      As pickin' up the kids
      That her back to Earth again
      She'd been to the dark side of the moon
      And she had to keep it to herself
      So she grabbed a bucket of Chicken
      For supper

      Oh, but she looked more care free
      And she looked more sexy
      And she looked more friend than mom
      And the table talk was buzzin'
      And the TV, it was blarin'
      And they all sat and laughed at each other

      It was somethin' as simple
      As not givin' up
      And eight crazy hours
      In the story of love

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