Martina McBride - Its my time

R^Ded sun sitting on the road behind her, A hundred miles out of her homet^Gown, D^Drops a quarter in a beat up pay phone, Listens to it r^Cattle on d^Gown, V^Doices cold as the phone she's holding, The connects way too c^Glear, H^De's yelling where's my dinner, S^Che's gone too f^Gar to care, S^Che says l^Gisten here.

There's a t^Dime to s^Gtand, and the time is n^Cow or never, A t^Dime to f^Gly, time to let ^Cgo forever, A t^Dime to g^Grow, and a time ^Cto discover, L^Fife is pr^Gecious, ^Bbevery s^Cecond, You've ^Fwast^Ced m^Gine, and it's my t^Dime.

S^Dhe puts a few more miles between them, He pours a distance of his ^Gown, S^Dtarts talking to the bottle, It's all that's left ^Cnow she's g^Gone, He r^Dages on 'till the National Anthem, Comes on his ^GTV, T^Dhen he looks straight at that bottle, S^Cays you did t^Ghis to me, T^Chen he scr^Geams.

There's a t^Dime to s^Gtand, and the time is n^Cow or never, A t^Dime to f^Gly, time to let ^Cgo forever, A t^Dime to g^Grow, and a time ^Cto discover, L^Fife is pr^Gecious, ^Bbevery s^Cecond, You've ^Fwast^Ced m^Gine, and it's my t^Dime.

It's ^Dmy time it's my time it's my t^Gime and time is w^Chat you make it, It's ^Dmy time it's my time it's my t^Gime and time is w^Chat your taking, D G C D G C

There's a t^Dime to s^Gtand, and the time is n^Cow or never, A t^Dime to f^Gly, time to let ^Cgo forever, A t^Dime to g^Grow, and a time ^Cto discover, L^Fife is pr^Gecious, ^Bbevery s^Cecond, You've ^Fwast^Ced m^Gine, and it's my t^Dime . . . . . . . . . .