Ode To Allison Kraus
Now I live out in the country
and thought I'd heard everything,
but there ain't nothing half as pretty
as Allison when she sings.
Allison Kraus is a pretty little thing
and right pleasing to the eye,
but when she cuts loose a singing
the angels listen and sigh.
Her voice is like a gentle breeze
through the pines on a summer night;
soothing all your cares away
and making everything alright.
Someday when I reach heaven
I'm quite sure she'll be there, too
"cause I know God loves her singing
just the same as me and you.
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