She's Got To Be A Saint - Ray Price
I'm out late every night Doing things that ain't right And she'll cry for me When I'm down in the dumps And she nurses my lumps How she cries for me And she'll never complain She keeps hiding the pain But I know all the while She's not feeling too well 'Cause I put her through hell Still she forces a smile She's got to be a saint Lord know that I ain't I finally realize Right before my eyes Here is a saint There's a dress in a shop That'll make her eyes pop But she'll look away She'd have gotten a lift If I'd bought her that gift For her birthday But her birthday has come And I feel like a bum 'Cause I spent my last dime On a worthless old friend On a drunken weekend I've done it time after time She's got to be a saint Lord know that I ain't I finally realize Right before my eyes Here is a saint Should I stay? Should I go? I really don't know My mind's in a blur Soon it's gonna be dawn And if she finds me gone Would it be best for her? I see her cry in her sleep So I kiss her wet cheek I kneel by her and pray And I'll turn off the light Step out in the night And I'll go on my way She's got to be a saint Lord know that I ain't I finally realize Right before my eyes Here is a saint
Artist: Ray Price
Title: She's Got To Be A Saint