Face is pressed into the carpet
Spin the record then restart it
Needle pressed into the vinyl
And music came to life
For a little girl in a cotton dress
That spins the room with hair a mess
Waiting for their wild applause
To make her feel alive
On the weeknights Mamma sang
“You are my Sunshine” before we prayed
And I’d try not to fall asleep
So she would just keep singing
But on the weekends Daddy played it
On the guitar was my favorite
Music was the way he prayed
And it made me feel alive
And now I sing “You are my Sunshine”
For the ones who are my sunshine
And pray that they won’t fall asleep
So I can just keep singing
To a little girl in a cotton dress
A bigger boy with hair a mess
The way they spin around the room
Well it makes me feel alive
Face is pressed into the carpet
Spin the record then restart it
Music is the way I pray
And it makes me feel alive

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