I fell for your sister first, that’s the God’s hon

I fell for your sister first, that’s the God’s honest truth, Met her at the county fair, dancin’ under the booth. She had that sweet small-town smile, honey in her drawl, We laughed till the lights went out, then we had it all. She’s good, real good, the kind you bring home to Mama, Steady as a Sunday sermon, calm like Oklahoma drama. But every time we’re together, laughin’ over cold beer, I catch her sister watchin’... and the room shifts a gear. The woman I love is great, yeah she’s damn near perfect, But her sister’s better—Lord, that truth hurts. One’s a warm porch light, the other’s a backroad burn, One keeps me grounded, the other makes my wheels turn. I ain’t proud of the way my eyes keep driftin’ south, But her sister’s got that fire in her wicked little mouth. The woman I love is great... But her sister’s better, and I’m headed straight to hell. She cooks supper every Sunday, folds my shirts just right, Kisses me goodnight soft, turns out the bedside light. I should be the luckiest fool this side of the line, But when her sister walks in, damn if the air don’t change sign. Her Sister’s Got That Fire .pdf Tight jeans, sharper tongue, whiskey in her stare, She teases like she knows exactly what I’m thinkin’ there. One look from her and my conscience starts to bleed, The devil’s in the details, and the devil looks like need. The woman I love is great, yeah she’s damn near perfect, But her sister’s better—God, that cuts deep and it hurts. One’s a Sunday mornin’, the other’s a Saturday night, One holds me steady, the other sets me alight. I ain’t proud of the way my pulse kicks when she’s near, But her sister’s got that trouble that I’m startin’ to fear. The woman I love is great... But her sister’s better, and I’m drownin’ in this beer. I keep tellin’ myself it’s just a passing thing, A spark that’ll fade like a cheap wedding ring. But every family dinner feels like Russian roulette, One wrong glance and the whole damn table’s upset. I love your sister, darlin’—I swear that much is true, But her sister’s the one that keeps pullin’ me through... The woman I love is great, she’s the best I ever had, But her sister’s better, and it’s drivin’ me mad. One’s the road I should take, the other’s the one I crave, One’s the life I’m livin’, the other’s the life I’d save. I ain’t proud of the sin that’s burnin’ in my chest, But her sister’s got me questionin’ every promise, every rest. The woman I love is great... But her sister’s better... And I’m already gone.