Song | Harder Cards |
Artist | Collin Raye |
Album | Tracks |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Written:Craig Wiseman/Michael Henderson | |
Well the hammer fell down on a forty-four primer | |
Now there's one less problem in South Carolina tonight | |
Wrong or right | |
She just looked at me as she finished her tale | |
And her blank expression went another shade pale of grey | |
There was nothin' to say | |
In the shadows of her face, I saw the scars | |
That you get when you live where love is hard | |
And she said | |
Don't you sit and judge me | |
From some high and mighty seat | |
Don't you shrug off | |
Until you've walked a mile in my bare feet | |
'Cause there are people that you pass by every day | |
With harder cards than yours in life to play | |
Well I put the cuffs on her | |
And I put her in the car | |
And I walked in and he was on the floor | |
Stone dead | |
Shot in the head | |
There were whiskey bottles and dope by his chair | |
And a starving baby with nothin' to wear | |
But tears | |
You know, the picture was clear | |
He had finally pushed her farther than the line | |
And the badge i wore had lost all of it's shine | |
Don't you sit and judge me | |
From some high and mighty seat | |
Don't you shrug off | |
Until you've walked a mile in my bare feet | |
'Cause there are people that you pass by every day | |
With harder cards than yours in life to play | |
Well I stood there thinkin' how justice was blind | |
But I didn't see any and I could see just fine | |
And I made up my mind | |
So I took the cuffs off her | |
And I took her back in | |
I wiped off the gun | |
And wrapped it in his right hand | |
Where it should've been | |
And the morning paper told in black and white | |
Just another senseless case of suicide | |
Oh, just a suicide | |
Oh but don't you sit and judge me | |
From some high and mighty seat | |
Don't you shrug off | |
Until you've walked a mile on my beat | |
'Cause there are people that you pass by every day | |
With harder cards than yours in life to play | |
Yeah the hammer fell down on a forty-four primer | |
Now there's one less problem in South Carolina tonight |
Written: Craig Wiseman Michael Henderson | |
Well the hammer fell down on a fortyfour primer | |
Now there' s one less problem in South Carolina tonight | |
Wrong or right | |
She just looked at me as she finished her tale | |
And her blank expression went another shade pale of grey | |
There was nothin' to say | |
In the shadows of her face, I saw the scars | |
That you get when you live where love is hard | |
And she said | |
Don' t you sit and judge me | |
From some high and mighty seat | |
Don' t you shrug off | |
Until you' ve walked a mile in my bare feet | |
' Cause there are people that you pass by every day | |
With harder cards than yours in life to play | |
Well I put the cuffs on her | |
And I put her in the car | |
And I walked in and he was on the floor | |
Stone dead | |
Shot in the head | |
There were whiskey bottles and dope by his chair | |
And a starving baby with nothin' to wear | |
But tears | |
You know, the picture was clear | |
He had finally pushed her farther than the line | |
And the badge i wore had lost all of it' s shine | |
Don' t you sit and judge me | |
From some high and mighty seat | |
Don' t you shrug off | |
Until you' ve walked a mile in my bare feet | |
' Cause there are people that you pass by every day | |
With harder cards than yours in life to play | |
Well I stood there thinkin' how justice was blind | |
But I didn' t see any and I could see just fine | |
And I made up my mind | |
So I took the cuffs off her | |
And I took her back in | |
I wiped off the gun | |
And wrapped it in his right hand | |
Where it should' ve been | |
And the morning paper told in black and white | |
Just another senseless case of suicide | |
Oh, just a suicide | |
Oh but don' t you sit and judge me | |
From some high and mighty seat | |
Don' t you shrug off | |
Until you' ve walked a mile on my beat | |
' Cause there are people that you pass by every day | |
With harder cards than yours in life to play | |
Yeah the hammer fell down on a fortyfour primer | |
Now there' s one less problem in South Carolina tonight |
Written: Craig Wiseman Michael Henderson | |
Well the hammer fell down on a fortyfour primer | |
Now there' s one less problem in South Carolina tonight | |
Wrong or right | |
She just looked at me as she finished her tale | |
And her blank expression went another shade pale of grey | |
There was nothin' to say | |
In the shadows of her face, I saw the scars | |
That you get when you live where love is hard | |
And she said | |
Don' t you sit and judge me | |
From some high and mighty seat | |
Don' t you shrug off | |
Until you' ve walked a mile in my bare feet | |
' Cause there are people that you pass by every day | |
With harder cards than yours in life to play | |
Well I put the cuffs on her | |
And I put her in the car | |
And I walked in and he was on the floor | |
Stone dead | |
Shot in the head | |
There were whiskey bottles and dope by his chair | |
And a starving baby with nothin' to wear | |
But tears | |
You know, the picture was clear | |
He had finally pushed her farther than the line | |
And the badge i wore had lost all of it' s shine | |
Don' t you sit and judge me | |
From some high and mighty seat | |
Don' t you shrug off | |
Until you' ve walked a mile in my bare feet | |
' Cause there are people that you pass by every day | |
With harder cards than yours in life to play | |
Well I stood there thinkin' how justice was blind | |
But I didn' t see any and I could see just fine | |
And I made up my mind | |
So I took the cuffs off her | |
And I took her back in | |
I wiped off the gun | |
And wrapped it in his right hand | |
Where it should' ve been | |
And the morning paper told in black and white | |
Just another senseless case of suicide | |
Oh, just a suicide | |
Oh but don' t you sit and judge me | |
From some high and mighty seat | |
Don' t you shrug off | |
Until you' ve walked a mile on my beat | |
' Cause there are people that you pass by every day | |
With harder cards than yours in life to play | |
Yeah the hammer fell down on a fortyfour primer | |
Now there' s one less problem in South Carolina tonight |