Carolyn Taylor-White songs
My sister Tonya has our song posted on her page, but for those of you who haven't heard it yet, I hope you enjoy your listen. If you've heard it "before" (smiles) no need to leave a comment. I just wanted to post it on my page as well. This was my sister's debut post here on the ramp and I was thrilled to do this co write with her; and as always, I enjoy writing with my talented friend Janice Hopkins! Thanks everyone, Carolyn
Even the best of marriages can grow stale when the stresses of life invade our daily lives and we forget how we began....Before.
Even the best of marriages can grow stale when the stresses of life invade our daily lives and we forget how we began....Before.
BEFORE
©2010 Tonya Rogers, Carolyn Taylor White, Janice Hopkins
Demo production by Frank Michels at Frank's Nashville Demos - Vocals by Debra Gordon
Female/Traditional Country – think Lee Ann Womack, Reba McEntire, Martina McBride :)
Verse 1
He called to say, I’ll be a little late
And, honey I’m real sorry
I said, that’s okay, I’ve got stops to make
After work, so don’t you worry
Lift 1
Somethin’ in his voice didn’t seem quite right
So I headed my car down to exit five
Found his truck outside the local pub
Where we’d first met and fell in love
But that was before. . .
Chorus
A thirty year loan on a house of our own
Before two kids were finally grown
Before all the bills
Took romantic thrills . . . away
Before ourdreams began to fade
Day by day. . .
‘Till it wasn’t like . . . Before. . .
Verse 2
Saw him with her as I snuck into the bar
As she was leaning his way
When she touched his arm, I saw red in the dark
‘Till the moment I heard him say
Lift 2
Yeah, I come here from time to time
Just to reminisce ‘bout when it was right
See this photo of my wife and kids
It’s nice rememberin’ how she loved me then
But that was before. . .
Repeat Chorus
Bridge
I found out, I’m the only woman that he lives for
And when he finally walked in our back door
I gave him a wink . . . an ole’ familiar grin
Then I led him to a place he’d been. . .
Before. . .
Repeat Chorus
Mmmm, mm, mm…..Before
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