(Brett Warren/Brad Warren/Tom Douglas)
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Every Saturday night
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I watched Roy Rogers on TV
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Back when everything was black and white
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And easy to see
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But now everything has changed
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Except my memory
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Of my daddy¡¯s voice when I¡¯d fall
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And skin my knee
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Tell me where does it hurt
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Where is the pain
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You know if I could I¡¯d make it go away
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It¡¯s not the end of the world
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Not heaven on earth
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Did I make it better
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Where does it hurt
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It¡¯s thirty years later
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And my little girl she¡¯s not quiet grown
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In tears she calls me up one night
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Says I¡¯m gonna have a child of my own
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And the boy that I love
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Daddy he¡¯s gone away
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And of the million things that ran
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through my mind
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Only one I can say
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Tell me where does it hurt
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Where is the pain
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You know if I could I¡¯d make it go away
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It¡¯s not the end of the world
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Not heaven on earth
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Can I make it better
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Where does it hurt
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My head¡¯s turnin¡¯ gray
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And I walk really slow
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And it¡¯s harder to see, and get by on my own
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And I wonder if anything I¡¯ve said has
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ever meant anything
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And my daugther says those healing
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words to me
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Tell me where does it hurt
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Where is the pain
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You know if I could I¡¯d make it go away
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It¡¯s not the end of the world
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Not heaven on earth
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Can I make it better
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Oh, where does it hurt
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It¡¯s not the end of the world
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Can I make it better
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Where does it hurt
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Where Does It Hurt
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| The Warren Brothers |
