Three

Three weeks before I could even meet my brother's son

Didn't see him turn one or two

Three months I haven't made Sunday service once

I'm out on the road praying alone

Every night for a sign that I'm doing this right

And I'm right where I'm supposed to be

Mama said, "You'll be a star"

And Daddy said, "You're gonna go far

All you gotta do is sing your heart out"

A lot of miles, a lot of tears

Have given me some of my best years

But there's so much I had to miss out on

Six years of missing home for three minutes on the radio

Three years of wishing that he was here holding my hand

No, I didn't plan for those three words

To be the ones that hurt

They don't sound the same from so far away

My Mama said, "You'll be a star"

And Daddy said, "You're gonna go far

All you gotta do is sing your heart out"

A lot of miles, a lot of tears

Have given me some of my best years

There's so much I had to miss out on

Six years of missing home for three minutes on the radio

I'll do it for the three girls

At my show, who saved up for the third row

And the three times that I heard just this week that my words

Were sang by a three year old

Hairbrush for a microphone

Little girl with a dream

And that girl was me, yeah

My Mama said, "You'll be a star"

And Daddy said, "You're gonna go far

All you gotta do is sing your heart out"

A lot of miles, a lot of tears

Have given me my best years

There's so much I had to miss out on

Six years of missing home

But I'd spend fifty more gone for three minutes on the radio