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Tekster: Rodney Atkins. Diamonds.

She said, "I've been up all night and half scared to death
I can smell liquor on your breath
I paid for your rehab with my IRA, boy
Your daddy'd be turnin' in his grave"

She said, "Son, I've done all a momma can do
I save myself but I can't save you"
He said, "I wish that you and Jesus would get offa my back
They said his truck was doin' 90 when he crashed"

I bet it gets so quiet in heaven sometimes
Even God cries when an angels hands are tied

They said, "Honey, grown-ups do this all the time"
The tears welled up in the little girls eyes
They said, "Now it's not something that you've done
It's just that mommy and daddy don't get along"

She said, "Do you guys mean that you need a time-out
And that daddy's gonna move to a different house"
They said, "You'll have two bedrooms you're a lucky kid"
She said, "Well, what about Checkers, where's he gonna live"

I bet it gets so quiet in heaven sometimes
Even God cries when an angel's hands are tied

She prays angels watch me through the night
Stay by my side till morning light, God bless momma
God bless daddy, keep us together and happy

I bet it gets so quiet in heaven sometimes
Even God cries when an angel's hands are tied