She looks at the clock it's a quarter past nine
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She hears his car as he pulls in the drive
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Dinner's still waiting from hours before
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She knows he's been drinking when he walks through the door
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In anger he strikes out and she starts to cry
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How much more can she take how much more can she lie
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And she fell down the stair again but it hasn't happened since she don't know when
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Was it in spring when she packed up the kids
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Or maybe in winter with his job on the skids
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Oh but just like before she'll have to pretend that she fell down the stairs again
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A short time ago she started a job serving chicken fried steak and corn on the cob
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She started out shy but she ended up sure
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That a ticket to anywhere could be the cure
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But he couldn't handle her change for the better
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She tried to leave him but he wouldn't let her
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He says he's sorry he'd never mean it he swears it won't happen again
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But she's so confused she wants to believe it she just wants this nightmare to end
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And she fell down the stair again...
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Just like before she'll have to pretend that she fell down the stairs again
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Stairs
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| Reba Mcentire |
