Three

Three weeks before I could even meet
My brother's son, didn't see him turn one or two
Three months I haven't made Sunday service once
I'm out on the road, praying alone
Every night, for a sign that I'm doing this right
And I'm right where I'm supposed to be
Mama said "you'll be a star"
And daddy said "you're gonna go far,
All you gotta do is sing your heart out"
A lot of miles, a lot of tears
Have given me some of my best years
But there's so much I had to miss out on
Six years of missing home for three minutes on the radio
Three years of wishing that he was here
Holding my hand, no I didn't plan for
Those three words to be the ones that hurt
They don't sound the same from so far away
Oh, my mama said "you'll be a star"
And daddy said "you're gonna go far,
All you gotta do is sing your heart out"
A lot of miles, a lot of tears
Have given me some of my best years
But there's so much I had to miss out on
Six years of missing home for three minutes on the radio
But I do it for the three girls at my show
Who saved up for the third row
And the three times that I heard just this week,
That my words were sang by a three year old
Hairbrush for a microphone
Little girl with a dream, and that girl was me
Yeah. my mama said "you'll be a star"
And daddy said "you're gonna go far,
"All you gotta do is sing your heart out"
A lot of miles, a lot of tears
Have given me some of my best years
But there's so much I had to miss out on
Six years of missing home
But I'd spend fifty more gone for three minutes on the radio