
Artist: → Ashley Ryan
Hush little baby, don’t you cry
Your momma’s got a 12-gauge held up high
And if that boy ever breaks your heart
I’ll send him where the moon meets and kisses the stars
He’s messin’ with my baby
And I ain’t gonna tell him twice
If you come home cryin
Kiss his Chevy and these matches goodnight
You’re comin off gentle
Something like a Preacher’s daughter
The same can’t be said for me, thanks to your father
Cause I know his kind like the back of my hand
Just cause he’s a male don’t makе him a man
Hush little baby, don’t you cry
Your momma’s got a 12-gauge held up high
And if that boy еver breaks your heart
I’ll send him where the moon meets and kisses the stars
I’ll count my blessing
Count these shells
Only take one shot to bring him down
Better treat you right
Cause if he don’t
The Lord’s gonna call him home
Keep his eyes open
The very last thing he’ll see
Is me standing with a shovel
Burying him 6 foot deep
Hush little baby, don’t be scared
We’ll lay him next to daddy in that graveyard there
(Yeah)
Hush little baby, don’t you cry
Your momma’s got a 12-gauge held up high
And if that boy ever breaks your heart
I’ll send him where the moon meets and kisses the stars
Count my blessing
Count these shells
Only take one shot to bring him down
Better treat you right
Cause if he don’t
The Lord’s gonna call him home
Oh, the Lord’s gonna call him home
(?…)
Pray to the Lord my soul to keep