VICKI VANN


Lyrics


White Lies And Picket Fences

Jess Brown / Tony Lane / Tammy Powell


Billy leaned on the hood of the care with a match stick in his mouth
And I watched him through the crack in the windshield
We were going south
All the way down to Alabama
Said he had a job down there
We were gonna drive just a little bit further
Get a room somewhere

We drove past little white houses
With porch swings and there were always
Some one else's kids in the yard
And I remember saying
Hey wouldn't it be nice
If we could live that way
And he was always saying we were gonna
But sometimes you should listen to your mama
Cause someday some boy is gonna tell you
How he'll treat you like a princess
But sometimes they're just little white lies with picket fences

​Well I spent most of that year waiting tables
Cause Billy's job well, it didn't work out
And one night he took the cash that we kept in the kitchen
And he cut clean out of town
Now I'm looking through the window of this run down apartment
A little older now and 6 months along
Sometimes I think about Billy
But most times I don't

We drove past little white houses
With porch swings and there were always
Some one else's kids in the yard
​And I remember saying
​Hey wouldn't it be nice
If we could live that way
And he was always saying we were gonna
But sometimes you should listen to your mama
Cause someday some boy is gonna tell you
How he'll treat you like a princess
But sometimes they're just little white lies with picket fences


Billy leaned on the hood of the care with a match stick in his mouth
And I remember I watched him through the crack in the windshield
​We were going south