Written by: Billy Dean, Tim Nichols
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She puts up with my coffee cup
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Ringing her dining room table
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She don't mind those Friday nights
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When she has to drive cause I'm unstable
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She goes to church while I oversleep
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I'm not sure what she sees in me
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CHORUS:
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Thank god for small favors
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The Sunday paper and the taste of homemade wine
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Second chances and the healing hands of time
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And thank god love is blind
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Somehow she knows I love her so
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Though I don't always show her
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She only sees the good in me
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But with me she has to look closer
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Lord, I guess I owe you one
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She thinks I hung the moon and the sun
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REPEAT CHORUS
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Small Favors
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| Billy Dean |
