Woorden: Mary Gauthier. Mercy Now. Your Sister Cried.

Written by Fred Eaglesmith


Well, I stared out of the windshield into the rain so light



And I turned on my dims, and somebody flashed me their brights
And I reached over and turned the radio way down low

Lightening crashed, and the road shone like a mirror
Your sister cried all the way home


A dog came out of the ditch, then he disappeared
And I remembered a conversation we once had on the phone
Your sister cried all the way home




I'll never know how you got into such a mess
Why do the bridesmaids all have to wear the same dress?

Everybody said you looked real good


But I think you looked stoned
Your sister cried all the way home


Your sister cried all the way home

Your sister cried all the way home