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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Paul Thorn
Paul Thorn
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Thorn
Paul Thorn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Billy Maddox
Billy Maddox
Producer

Lyrics

The met at a church social over Ice cream and chemistry Like a snowball they rolled down the hours She'll soon be eighteen They put a little white house on her Daddy's land With a dog house in the back The sun was surely shining On the Lucky Seven Ranch Her daddy heard 'em fighting, Went to see what was going on Her husband found a number On a black and greasy phone He saw a picture of a good-lookin' stranger In the pocket of her dirty pants I guess the honeymoon's officially over now At the Lucky Seven Ranch How could she do this to her daddy? How could she make her momma cry? She don't know why she made that vow, But she's tired of living a lie Will things ever be the same If they give her one more chance? Or will they take the sign down at the Lucky Seven Ranch? She said that she was sorry So he took her back again But you can't grow pretty flowers By a house built in the sand She's gonna cook and clean 'Til the smoke dies down But when she gets the chance She'll slip away in the midnight hour From the Lucky Seven Ranch How could she do this to her daddy? How could she make her momma cry? She don't know why she made that vow, But she's tired of living a lie Will things ever be the same If they give her one more chance? Or will they take the sign down at the Lucky Seven Ranch?
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