John Michael Montgomery - The little girl

^CHer parents never took the ^Amyoung girl to c^Church, Never ^Amspoke of His ^Cname, never ^Amread her His ^GWord. ^CTwo nonbelievers walking l^Amost in this ^Gworld. ^CTook there baby with t^Amhem, what a sad little gir^Gl. ^CHer daddy drank all day and m^Amommy did d^Grugs N^Amever wanted to ^Cplay or give ^Amkisses and ^Ghugs ^CShe'd watch the TV and sit t^Amhere on that ^Ccouch, Wh^Amile her mom fell ^Casleep and her d^Amaddy went o^Gut.

And the ^Amdrinking, and the fig^Fhting, ^CJust got worse every ^Gnight Behind ^Amtheir couch, she'd be h^Fiding, ^COh what a sad little l^Gife

^CAnd like it always does, the b^Amad just got ^Cworse, With e^Amvery ^Cslap, and ^Amevery c^Gurse ^CUntil her daddy in a d^Amrunk rage one ^Cnight, Used a ^Amgun on her ^Cmom, and t^Amhen took his l^Gife.

Then some ^Ampeople, from the ^Fcity, ^CTook the girl far ^Gaway To a new ^Ammom, and a n^Few dad ^CKisses and hugs every ^Gday.

^CHer first day of Sunday school, the ^Amteacher walked ^Cin, And a ^Amsmall little ^Cgirl, staring at a ^Ampicture of ^Ghim. ^CShe said I know that man, up t^Amhere on that c^Cross, Oh, I d^Amon't know his ^Cname, but I k^Amnow he got ^Goff.

Cause he was ^Amthere in my o^Fld house, ^CAnd held me close to h^Gis side. As I ^Amhid there behind our ^Fcouch. ^CThe night that my parents ^Gdied.