Karaoké Learned to Lie Ashley McBryde

I traced it back to a couple months before I was born

I must've heard my mama tell my daddy

That she was tired 'cos babies make you tired but deep down she was just unhappy

I think my father did the best that he could do

He rarely made it to the dinner table

Said he was workin' late but he was workin' late foggin' up the windows of an eighty-nine Sable

I

I learned to cry quietly

I learned to pray

Silently inside a house where the Devil played

And I hate that it runs in my blood

I hate how easy it comes

I wish I'd learned how to love the same way I learned to lie

I learned to sing to Carole King on the radio

Learned to shoot on a little Red Ryder

I can drive a stick and in a pinch

I can pop a bottle with a cigarette lighter

I learned to cry quietly

I learned to pray

Silently inside a house where the Devil played

And I hate that it runs in my blood

I hate how easy it comes

I wish I'd learned how to love the same way I learned to lie

And I

I learned to say things

I don't mean

Like Stay when I want you to leave

And when you don't come home or call and I swear I don't mind

I hate that I know how it's done when a moment just like this one comes

I just go numb and play dumb and look you in the eye

And lie

Oh and lie