Edwin McCain. Far From Over. Kentucky. Zeneszám

The night before your wedding
I dreamed what I would say
I'd beg you for forgiveness
For all the mess I've made

I dreamed that you were gracious
I dreamed you wished me well
I dreamed that you were vicious
You damned me straight to Hell

But, oh sweet Kentucky no matter where I land
I was just a boy for you and he will be your man
I was just a boy for you and he will be your man

I'd tell you that I'm lonely
And fame has let me down
Living like a stranger
Traveling town to town

And all my aspirations
Don't amount to much
The wine and the women
Are such a shameful crutch

But, oh sweet Kentucky no matter where I land
'Cause I was just a boy for you and he will be your man
And I was just a boy for you and he will be your man

I know you will be happy and I'll be in the band
'Cause I was just a boy for you and he will be your man
And I was just a boy for you and he will be your man