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God, bring me out (of this house)
(E.Salmonson)

I’ve lived a long time now
Got the same wrinkles as Mama had
He’s grown old too, but he never grew up
Pay me five cents for each prayer I prayed
A dollar for the wishes I didn’t dare to tell
You’ll make me a rich woman in no time

Tell me God’s just waiting for the right day
To bring me out of this house
To lead me to the life I thougth I’d live by now
Tell me the sun's been shining on me
’cause I could never see it myself
It’s just hard to believe; this is what was meant for me

There’s been a lot of changes since Johnny passed away
I’m not an angel and neither was he
Now I recall all the sultry nights,
Sittin’ at the porch at my Granny’s house
When pondering the woman I ain't now

Tell me God’s just waiting for the right day...

I’ve been sittin’ here with the blue apron on my lap
Since I woke up I didn’t make a single move
Who could be in town for a day, without noticing a damn thing to talk about?
He made me an old woman without memories

Tell me God’s just waiting for the right day...