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We shared a room till I was 6 I'd look across my pillow Ask her if she was sleeping Try to keep her from her sleep We had a picture on the wall of a baby angel in a golden crown When the world came tumbling down on me and Marie God knows we couldn't be more different The two of us cut from the same cloth Where one end must be velvet soft The other denim and gabardine We were Sunday morning church Assigned seats at the dinner table Four older brothers raising a little bit of hell, then me and Marie She looks more like our mother She's prettier and softer And she always helps me find my way I've been lost a time or two She knows bigger words than I do But we both got the same size shoes And no one's ever walked in mine but me and Marie Marie turned 13, two weeks after daddy sat us down said your mama's died And it took me years to realize she wasn't out getting groceries I was waiting on a resurrection SongtexteSaved by my disposition Our grandfather crying in the kitchen Couldn't bear the sight of me and Marie She looks more like our mother She's prettier and softer And she always helps me find my way I've been lost a time or two She knows bigger words than I do But we both got the same size shoes And no one's ever walked in mine but me And Marie Well, our big brothers are a Godsend We grew up and married good men God blessed us all with children We're a pretty tight family The baby angel's framed in my writing room And I stare at him some afternoons He must've known he had a job to do watching over Me and Marie Aus Songtexte Mania