| 歌曲 | A Little Bitty Crack In Her Heart - Album version |
| 歌手 | Randy Travis |
| 专辑 | A Man Ain't Made Of Stone |
| 作词 : Camp, Rushing | |
| (shawn camp/jim rushing) | |
| Shattered inside and scattered around | |
| Were pieces of her broken heart | |
| I gathered her up, the pieces i found | |
| I put her back together like a busted guitar | |
| But osme glue holds and some glue don't in spite of everything i tried | |
| Somebody's stole my darlin' | |
| Right before my very eyes | |
| He didn't walk, talk or push his way in | |
| Or fly through the windows on a gust of hot wind | |
| He didn't sprout wings | |
| And he sure wasn't playin' no harp | |
| As low as he was, i couldn't see him | |
| Slitherin' around in the dark | |
| He must've crawled through | |
| A little bitty crack in her heart | |
| Copin' with hone and hoping i'm wrong | |
| But i sure see a definite change | |
| There's look in her eyes that's sayin' goodbye | |
| And her snuggle when i hold her don't feel the same | |
| The way her heart bests for that sneaky theif | |
| You would picture him dark and tall | |
| But the feller that stole my darlin' | |
| Lord, he'd have to be very small | |
| He didn't walk, talk or push his way in | |
| Or fly through the windows on a gust of hot wind | |
| He didn't sprout wings | |
| And he sure wasn't playin' no harp | |
| As low as he was, i couldn't see him | |
| Slitherin' around in the dark | |
| He must've crawled through | |
| A little bitty crack in her heart | |
| As low as he was, i couldn't see him | |
| Slitherin' around in the dark | |
| He must've crawled through | |
| A little bitty crack in her heart | |
| Lord, he must've craweled through | |
| A little bitty crack in her heart |
| zuò cí : Camp, Rushing | |
| shawn camp jim rushing | |
| Shattered inside and scattered around | |
| Were pieces of her broken heart | |
| I gathered her up, the pieces i found | |
| I put her back together like a busted guitar | |
| But osme glue holds and some glue don' t in spite of everything i tried | |
| Somebody' s stole my darlin' | |
| Right before my very eyes | |
| He didn' t walk, talk or push his way in | |
| Or fly through the windows on a gust of hot wind | |
| He didn' t sprout wings | |
| And he sure wasn' t playin' no harp | |
| As low as he was, i couldn' t see him | |
| Slitherin' around in the dark | |
| He must' ve crawled through | |
| A little bitty crack in her heart | |
| Copin' with hone and hoping i' m wrong | |
| But i sure see a definite change | |
| There' s look in her eyes that' s sayin' goodbye | |
| And her snuggle when i hold her don' t feel the same | |
| The way her heart bests for that sneaky theif | |
| You would picture him dark and tall | |
| But the feller that stole my darlin' | |
| Lord, he' d have to be very small | |
| He didn' t walk, talk or push his way in | |
| Or fly through the windows on a gust of hot wind | |
| He didn' t sprout wings | |
| And he sure wasn' t playin' no harp | |
| As low as he was, i couldn' t see him | |
| Slitherin' around in the dark | |
| He must' ve crawled through | |
| A little bitty crack in her heart | |
| As low as he was, i couldn' t see him | |
| Slitherin' around in the dark | |
| He must' ve crawled through | |
| A little bitty crack in her heart | |
| Lord, he must' ve craweled through | |
| A little bitty crack in her heart |