God Ain't Done With Me Yet
Abby Miller/Tamara Laurel/John Cirillo
It's a smaller crowd than I thought it'd be
My daddy's words are haunting me
Saying it ain't too late to get that degree
Maybe it's time to give up on this dream
But it ain't the years it's the mileage
And it ain't the tears it's the tryin
He may be wrong, he may be right,
I'll never know unless I try
CHORUS
I've still got a lot of miles left to burn
Baggage left to claim and pages to turn
Seeds to sow and
Roots to grow
I know the odds but I'll take that bet
Cuz God ain't done with me yet
There's a brown eyed boy out in the crowd
Thinks he's gonna tie me down
Mamma's begging me to be his wife
Says that guitar won't keep you warm at night
But a diamond ain't worth the heartache
And her dream ain't the one I wanna chase
She may be wrong, she may be right
But I ain't goin out without a fight
CHORUS
I've still got a lot of miles left to burn
Baggage left to claim and pages to turn
Mistakes to make
And hearts to break
I know the odds but I'll take that bet
Cuz God ain't done with me yet
Bridge
They tell me I'm driving down a dead end road,
Ain't too late to come back home
But t ain't the years, it's the mileage
It ain't the tears, it's the tryin
I may be wrong, I may be right,
I'll never know unless I try
CHORUS
