Trace Adkins. Big Time. Snowball In El Paso. Zeneszám

She left her boots she wears in the rain
She left her lady razor
She left a note that I can't explain
On the refrigerator

She left a book she's been reading for days
Beside her chest of drawers
She left her nightgown hanging
Behind the bathroom door

But she left me no choice
As far as I can tell
When it comes to getting over her
She didn't leave me a chance in hell

Like a snowball in El Paso
Like a feather in the wind
Without a prayer I'll ever find someone like her again

A fast train is comin'
And my heart's a penny on the rail
No, she didn't leave me a chance in hell

She left me wondering what I'm gonna do
With all these pieces left of me
She left her scent all over the room
So even in the dark I'd see

She left a thirsty man
With no water in the well
And without a single storm cloud overhead
She didn't leave me a chance in hell

Like a snowball in El Paso
Like a feather in the wind
Without a prayer I'll ever find someone like her again

A fast train is comin'
And my heart's a penny on the rail
No, she didn't leave me a chance in hell

A fast train is comin'
And my heart's a penny on the rail
No, she didn't leave me a chance in hell
No, she didn't leave me a chance in hell