Produced by Byron Gallimore and Tim McGraw
Mercury Nashville Records
Written by David Tolliver, Anthony Smith and Chad Warrix
Her momma named her Daisy
Got it from a magazine
Through the mountains in her white dress
She'd run a chasin' me
Thought she was faster 'cause I told her so
Even though it wasn't quite the truth
Well, I know she's an angel even though she ain't got wings
'Cause my sweet Daisy loved the hell out of me
There in the back pew of a Sunday morning church
The preacher preachin' gospel, well, that's when I gave her
Her first kiss she told me so
Even though it wasn't quite the truth
Well, I know she's an angel even though she ain't got wings
'Cause my sweet Daisy loved the hell out of me
Chorus:
She gave me her body, she bared me her soul
Didn't ask for nothin'
She led me down to the river
She said, "You need to be baptized."
Held me under the moonlight
Lord, I don't know why
She loved the hell out of me
Eight years later, we got married
And the day her water broke
Well, doctor said, "There's complications but I still had hope."
She was gonna make it 'cause she told me so
Even though it wasn't quite the truth
Well, I know she's an angel and now she's got her wings
Yeah, my sweet Daisy loves the hell out of me
Repeat chorus
I thought I'd name her Daisy
In her momma's memory
Through the mountains in her white dress
She runs a chasin' me
Thinks she is faster 'cause I tell her so
Even though it isn't quite the truth
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