Linda Davis - If Promises Were Gold Lyrics
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If Promises Were Gold
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What Are The Lyrics For If Promises Were Gold By Linda Davis?
She knows three years was too long to keep waitin
But somehow she was hopin she would change him Still all his words turned to dust And who can survive in a love without trust If promises were gold she could pay off all the bills And buy that pretty house sitting high on the hill If she only had the money for every lie she's been told She'd be a rich woman now, if promises were gold By six o'clock he'll miss her rusty Chevy Won't take long to notice dinner isn't ready Then he'll call up everyone she knows Sayin I'll do her right if she'll only come home If promises were gold she could pay off all the bills And buy that pretty house sitting high on the hill If she only had the money for every lie she's been told She'd be a rich woman now, if promises were gold She didn't take much Just the heart she once wore on her sleeve She's leaving behind Every line she tried to believe If promises were gold she could pay off all the bills And buy that pretty house sitting high on the hill If she only had the money for every lie she's been told She'd be a rich woman now, if promises were gold |
Who Wrote If Promises Were Gold By Linda Davis?
Karl E Hasten, Shawna Harrington-burkhart
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What's The Duration Of The If Promises Were Gold By Linda Davis?The duration of If Promises Were Gold is 3:15 minutes and seconds. |
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