John Michael Montgomery - The little girl

^CHer parents never took the youg girl to church, Never spok of His na^Amme, never read her His ^GWord. ^CTwo non believers walking lost in this world. Took there baby with ^Amthem, oh what a sad little^G girl. ^CHer daddy drank all day and mommy did drugs Never wanted to pla^Amy or give kisses and ^Ghugs ^CShe'd watch the TV and sit there on that couch, While her mom fell asl^Ameep and her daddy went ^Gout.

And the ^Fdrinking, and the fi^Fmaj7ghting, ^CJust got worse every ^Gnight Behind ^Ftheir couch, she'd be ^Fmaj7hiding, ^COh what a sad little l^Gife

^CAnd like it always does, the bad just got worse, With ever^Am slap, and every ^Gcurse ^CUntil her daddy in a drunk rage one night, Used a gun on her^Am mom, and then took his^G life.

Then some ^Fpeople, from the^Fmaj7 city, ^CTook the girl far ^Gaway To a new ^Fmom, and a ^Fmaj7new daddy ^CKisses and hugs every ^Gday.

^CFirst day of Sunday school, the teacher walked in, Saw a small little ^Amgirl, staring at a picture of ^Ghim. ^CShe said I know that man, there on that cross, I don't know his ^Amname, but I know he got^G off.

Cause he was ^Fthere in my ^Fmaj7old house, ^CHeld me close to his s^Gide. As I ^Fhid there behind ^Fmaj7our couch. ^CThe night that my parents ^Gdied.