From a barbed wire fence when I was eight years old
I must have ran a mile just crying in my torn shirt
'Till I heard the words tell me where it hurts.
If there was a scratch or a bruise on my skin
Mama would put me back together again
All it took was her prayers and her kisses
It would heel me just like stitches.
I took Sherry Johnson to the high school dance
But she left early with my best friend
I must of drove ten miles to get my mind off her
But it didn't work 'till I heard the words tell me where it hurts
She could mend a broken heart, fix a bicycle wreck,
Funny now but back then it seemed life or death
I've seen her sew rags into riches
It would heel me just like stitches.
