Karaoké The Bullet Carrie Underwood

Line of limousines leaves one by one

The prayers been prayed the hymns been sung

Black mascara's already run but the tears keep flowin'

You can blame it on hate or blame it on guns

But mama's ain't supposed to bury their sons

Left a hole in her heart and it still ain't done the bullet keeps on goin'

Through every branch of his family tree

Every birthday that he'll never see

Every chance to live a good life that was stolen

Through the son he'll never get to raise

His daughter on her wedding day

Wishin' it was his hands she was holdin'

'Till every heart that's left to break is broken the bullet keeps on goin'

The grass grows back around the stone

And friends stop checkin' in on the phone

The camera crews have all moved on

But the wound's still open the bullet keeps on goin' yeah

Through every branch of his family tree

Every birthday that he'll never see

Every chance to live a good life that was stolen

Through the son he'll never get to raise

His daughter on her wedding day

Wishin' it was his hands she was holdin'

'Till every heart that's left to break is broken

The bullet keeps on goin', yeah oh oh oh oh oh oh woah oh oh oh

Line of limousines leaving one by one

Prayers been prayed the hymns been sung

Ooh, mama's ain't supposed to bury their sons the bullet keeps on goin'

Through the son he'll never get to raise

His daughter on her wedding day

Wishin' it was his hands she was holdin'

'Till every heart that's left to break is broken

The bullet keeps on goin'

The bullet keeps on goin'