Clay Walker - Chain of love

^DHe was driving home one evening in his beat up Poniac when an old lady flagged him down her Mercedes had a flat. ^AHe could tell that she was frightened standing out there in the snow till he said I'm here to help you ma'am, ^A7by the way my names ^DJoe. She said I'm from St. Louis and I'm only passing threw I must of seen a hundred cars go by this is awfull nice of you ^Aand as he changed her tire and closed her trunk and was about to drive away she said how much do I owe you ^A7here's what he had to ^Dsay:

You don't owe me a t^Ghing, I been there t^Doo. Someone ^Aonce helped me out just the ^Dway I'm helping you. If you ^Greally want to pay me back,^D here's what you ^Gdo: Don't let the ^Dchain ^Gof ^Dlove ^Aend with ^Dyou.

^DA few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe, she went in to grab a bite to eat and then be on her way, ^Abut she couldn't help but notice how the waitress smiled so sweet. And how she must of been eight months along and ^A7dead on her ^Dfeet. Though she didn't know her story and she probably never will, when the waitress went to get her change from a hundred dollar bill. ^AThe lady slipped right out ther door and on a napkin left a note there were tears in the waitress eyes when she ^A7read what she ^Dwrote.

^DThat night when she got home from work the waitress climbed into bed she was thinking about the money and what the lady's note had said. ^AAnd as her husband lie there sleeping she whispered soft and low. ^A7Everything's gonna be alright. I love y^Dou, Joe.