Similar Songs
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Robert Cray
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dennis Walker
Composer
Robert Cray
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Savage
Engineer
Eric Thompson
Assistant Recording Engineer
John Hampton
Mixing Engineer
Dennis Walker
Producer
Lyrics
Somebody send me a doctor
There's a pain I can't stop
It's seems to me there isn't much time
By the ticking of the clock
Feels like a deadly fever
Or is it just your sweet revenge?
I guess this makes us even
You said I'd pay in the end
Here comes that heartache
But I know I can make it
With a little faith
And a whole lotta pride
No kinds of pills will help me
And I won't take no shots
My only hope of living is
If we can start from the top
I can taste the bitter teardrops
I've made you cry before
Do you have to leave me, baby
Just to even up the score?
Here comes that heartache
But I know I can make it
With a little faith
And a whole lotta pride
Only you
Could stop these tears
I'll take the blame and all the shame
For all those bad years
Now I'm alone
Time's no longer on my side
All I've got left is a little faith
And a whole lotta pride
My foolish heart
Just can't understand
The love that we've lost
And your change of plans
It took so long
To feel the pain
I'll go on, yes I will
Cause that's the name of the game
Here comes that heartache
But I know I can make it
With a little faith
And a whole lotta pride
Stop these, stop these, stop these tears
Won't you please?
Ohhhhh!
Stop it, baby!
I can't make it
Ohhhh, no!
I can't make it
Noooooooo!
Heyyy, yeahhhhh!
Writer(s): Dennis Walker, Robert Cray
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com