The Balloon Song
I set a friend of mine up on a date
And I told him I'd watch his boy for the day
And we had a ball, playin' games, eatin' dogs
Ridin' rides at the county fair
I thought he was just bein' a kid
When we got back to my place and he did what he did
On a balloon that he won
He wrote, "Mama I had fun
And I missed you and I wished you were there"
I wasn't sure what he had in mind
'Til he jumped up and ran outside and
And he let it go and he waved goodbye, or was it hello?
I don't know but I died inside
I can still see his excitement
Him pointing and smilin'
When it was gone as it could get
He turned and asked me
"You think it's in Heaven yet?"
Well, I struggled for something to say
I was too choked up and lackin' the kind of faith he had in his heart
Before I could start, he walked me back inside
He gave me his Crayola pen
And said, "I bet there's a message that you'd like to send"
And no doubt he was right
It's been locked up inside since my Grandpa said goodbye
I took that yellow balloon and I wrote
'Til ran out of room
And I let it go and we waved goodbye
That seven-year-old, Lord, he opened my eyes
I can still his excitement
Him pointing and smilin'
When it was gone as it could get
I turned and asked him
"You think it's in Heaven yet?"
And I told him I'd watch his boy for the day
And we had a ball, playin' games, eatin' dogs
Ridin' rides at the county fair
I thought he was just bein' a kid
When we got back to my place and he did what he did
On a balloon that he won
He wrote, "Mama I had fun
And I missed you and I wished you were there"
I wasn't sure what he had in mind
'Til he jumped up and ran outside and
And he let it go and he waved goodbye, or was it hello?
I don't know but I died inside
I can still see his excitement
Him pointing and smilin'
When it was gone as it could get
He turned and asked me
"You think it's in Heaven yet?"
Well, I struggled for something to say
I was too choked up and lackin' the kind of faith he had in his heart
Before I could start, he walked me back inside
He gave me his Crayola pen
And said, "I bet there's a message that you'd like to send"
And no doubt he was right
It's been locked up inside since my Grandpa said goodbye
I took that yellow balloon and I wrote
'Til ran out of room
And I let it go and we waved goodbye
That seven-year-old, Lord, he opened my eyes
I can still his excitement
Him pointing and smilin'
When it was gone as it could get
I turned and asked him
"You think it's in Heaven yet?"
Credits
Writer(s): Casey Beathard
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Listen Child, Once Upon A Time - EP
- Love Will Keep Us Warm
- Be A Good Human
- Looking For America (God Bless America Again)
- I Think I'll Just Stay Here And Drink (Tribute To Merle Haggard)
- Panama City
- Her Kiss - Single
- You're My Home (feat. Beverley Mahood)
- Night Ain't Even Over Yet
- Country Masters: Mark Wills
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