Wondering Why (Live At The Ryman)

She comes from silver spoon, golden rule, private school

Never missed Sunday church

I come from blue collar, low dollar

Out here where concrete meets old red dirt

And I don't know what happened

But it sure don't add up on paper

But when I close my eyes late at night

You can bet I thank my maker

She keeps on loving me

Loves me the way I am

She's not just along for the ride

She's my biggest fan

And it's a little old piece of heaven

When we lay down at night

She keeps on loving me

And I keep on wondering why

She's got a wicked smile, angel eyes

Every guy wanting to hold her close

She's as pretty as sin

Like the sun sinking down on the California coast

She keeps on loving me

Loves me the way I am

She's not just along for the ride

She's my biggest fan

And it's a little old piece of heaven

When we lay down at night

She keeps on loving me

And I keep on wondering why

Alright, alright, alright

I don't know what happened

But it sure don't add up on paper

And as long as she lets me

I'll pick her wherever she wants me to take her, oh

She keeps on loving me

Loves me the way I am

She's not just along for the ride

She's my biggest fan

It's a little old piece of heaven

When we lay down at night

She keeps on loving me

I keep on wondering why

She keeps on loving me

And I keep on wondering why

We weren't, we weren't leaving

Well, I just, I need to catch my breath