Written by: Billy Dean, Tim Nichols
She puts up with my coffee cup
Ringing her dining room table
She don't mind those Friday nights
When she has to drive cause I'm unstable
She goes to church while I oversleep
I'm not sure what she sees in me
CHORUS:
Thank god for small favors
The Sunday paper and the taste of homemade wine
Second chances and the healing hands of time
And thank god love is blind
Somehow she knows I love her so
Though I don't always show her
She only sees the good in me
But with me she has to look closer
Lord, I guess I owe you one
She thinks I hung the moon and the sun
REPEAT CHORUS
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