Your Sister Cried

Written by Fred EaglesmithWell, I stared out of the windshield into the rain so lightAnd I turned on my dims, and somebody flashed me their brights

And I reached over and turned the radio way down lowLightening crashed, and the road shone like a mirror

Your sister cried all the way homeA dog came out of the ditch, then he disappeared

And I remembered a conversation we once had on the phone

Your sister cried all the way homeI'll never know how you got into such a mess

Why do the bridesmaids all have to wear the same dress?Everybody said you looked real goodBut I think you looked stoned

Your sister cried all the way homeYour sister cried all the way homeYour sister cried all the way home