wish i could turn back the clock yeah these pictures they haunt me can't believe your gone girl you and auntie death is always near iwas born to shed tears i fear the reapers rath my fate is so clear our loved one's disapear it's all in god's plan i'm a servant of jeus i guess were all in god's hands i'm still missin you shallon it's like i'm losing my balance i got a habit of drinkin whiskey i can see my caket close in slow mo until i'm no more i'm hurt like Romo hit the road like vogues feelin' / so Low see these tears drip slow i'm bout to blow on my foes where my family go / singin