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If you'd like a lead sheet without words contact the author directly through his
website. I found it on google. His secretary faxed me a copy and I was able to
tab it for use. I marked the measures with a "|" If someone has the time to figure
out the exact guitar tab/notation on the into and some of this, send me a copy.
Also, we did this once for a service on post-abortion syndrome and we changed
powerful and a side of sanctitiy of life seldom covered. If you would like a copy,
e-mail me direct.
I’ve been a problem since Momma died,
angry and restless and sad.
She was instantly killed on the passenger side,
hardly a scrape for Dad.
We’d yell and yell till he’d hit me good
And the lights would go on in the neighborhood.
It got so bad that I wished I could…but then Daddy did.
Gramma was a lot like Mom, heart of gold in a tiny frame.
She took me in when there weren’t no one,
when I got in trouble, She shared the blame.
Never cared much for my looks…
The kind of girl for bums and crooks…
I’d fish around till I’d get hooked…what a life to live.


CHORUS:
There’s a picture of Jesus on my wall.
Been there since I was very small.
And He looks like He just saw a little girl fall.
And you know He don’t look ang - ry at all.
I work the swing shift in a bearing plant,
got my friends and I got my foes.
I’d like to leave but I know I can’t, and that’s just the way it goes.
Got pregnant by a married man.
Broke my heart and trashed my plans.
When I hold that tiny hand…doesn't seem so bad.
Gramma watched him for the first three years,
till she got a killing flu.
Got real close so she could hear, “Gramma, I love you.”
Maybe ‘cause I missed her so…
Maybe ‘cause…I don’t know…
I let another baby grow, and never told his Dad. Chorus
There’s this man I work with every night,
he says God’s gonna judge me for my sins.
And I believe he’s probably right.
Yes, I know I’ve disappointed Him.
But every now and then I stare
At that picture of Jesus hanging there
And a kind of hope fills up the air… like He loves me anyway.
When I was little I used to play down by a meadow pond.
A big blue heron would fly away, whenever I would come.
Kind of thought that’s like God and I…
Show up and He starts to fly.
But now when I look in Jesus’eyes… almost think that He would stay…
Almost feel like I could pray. Chorus