| Song | Somebody Must Be Prayin' for Me |
| Artist | Tim McGraw |
| Album | Place in the Sun |
| 作词 : Bergsnes, Vinci | |
| (track 4 - time 3：52) | |
| (frank vinci/kris bergsnes/bob moulds) | |
| She left oklahoma for california | |
| Sunglasses on the brim of her hat | |
| Smoke was pourin' from that old cadillac | |
| But she wasn't turnin' back | |
| Just outside of flagstaff | |
| Motor blew on her coup de ville | |
| Just in time she saw a sign | |
| There's was a texaco waitin' at the bottom of the hill | |
| And she said | |
| Somebody must be prayin' for me | |
| Somebody out there must be prayin' for me | |
| Must be angels i can't see | |
| Somebody must be prayin' for me, yeah | |
| A boy about 20 climbed out of a truck | |
| All covered in grease and dirt | |
| She said, hey charles, but he just laughed | |
| He said, i'm wearin' my daddy's shirt | |
| He stood there lost in her eyes | |
| Then she got lost in his | |
| As the years roll by | |
| She would sigh everytime they kissed | |
| And she'd say | |
| Somebody must be prayin' for me | |
| Somebody out there must be prayin' for me | |
| Must be angels i can't see | |
| Somebody must be prayin' for me | |
| Sometimes she stares out the window | |
| And wonders about her hollywood dreams | |
| But when she tucks her kids in bed | |
| She softly whispers as they fall asleep | |
| Somebody must be prayin' for me | |
| Somebody out there must be prayin' for me | |
| Ain't it funny how you find just what you need | |
| Somebody must be prayin' for me | |
| Somebody must be prayin' for me | |
| Prayin' for me, yeah |
| zuò cí : Bergsnes, Vinci | |
| track 4 time 3: 52 | |
| frank vinci kris bergsnes bob moulds | |
| She left oklahoma for california | |
| Sunglasses on the brim of her hat | |
| Smoke was pourin' from that old cadillac | |
| But she wasn' t turnin' back | |
| Just outside of flagstaff | |
| Motor blew on her coup de ville | |
| Just in time she saw a sign | |
| There' s was a texaco waitin' at the bottom of the hill | |
| And she said | |
| Somebody must be prayin' for me | |
| Somebody out there must be prayin' for me | |
| Must be angels i can' t see | |
| Somebody must be prayin' for me, yeah | |
| A boy about 20 climbed out of a truck | |
| All covered in grease and dirt | |
| She said, hey charles, but he just laughed | |
| He said, i' m wearin' my daddy' s shirt | |
| He stood there lost in her eyes | |
| Then she got lost in his | |
| As the years roll by | |
| She would sigh everytime they kissed | |
| And she' d say | |
| Somebody must be prayin' for me | |
| Somebody out there must be prayin' for me | |
| Must be angels i can' t see | |
| Somebody must be prayin' for me | |
| Sometimes she stares out the window | |
| And wonders about her hollywood dreams | |
| But when she tucks her kids in bed | |
| She softly whispers as they fall asleep | |
| Somebody must be prayin' for me | |
| Somebody out there must be prayin' for me | |
| Ain' t it funny how you find just what you need | |
| Somebody must be prayin' for me | |
| Somebody must be prayin' for me | |
| Prayin' for me, yeah |