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Song «Every Other Weekend» von Reba McEntire & Kenny Chesney (feat.).
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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 2007 09 18 (Album), 2008 03 03 (Single)
Label: MCA Nashville B 0008903, MCA Nashville
Songwriter Skip Ewing & Connie Harrington
Produktion: Tony Brown & Reba McEntire
Genre: Country - Countrypop - Post-Millennial-Countrypop
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Personen und Querverweise
Reba McEntire & Kenny Chesney (feat.)
Skip Ewing
Connie Harrington
Tony Brown
Reba McEntire
Lyrics
[Verse 1: Reba McEntire & Kenny Chesney] Every other Friday It's toys and clothes and backpacks Is everybody in? Okay, let's go see dad Same time in the same spot Corner of the same old parking lot Half the hugs and kisses there are always sad We trade a couple of words and looks and kids again Every other weekend Every other weekend Very few exceptions I pick up the love we made in both my arms It's movies on the sofa, grilled cheese and cut the crust off "That's not the way mom makes it, daddy," breaks my heart I miss everything I use to have with her again Every other weekend [Chorus: Kenny Chesney, Reba McEntire, Both] But I can't tell her I love her I can't tell him I love him Because there's too many questions and ears in the car So I don't tell him I miss him I don't tell her I need her She's (He's) over me, that's where we are So we're as close as we may ever be again Every other weekend [Verse 2; Reba McEntire & Kenny Chesney] Every other Saturday First thing in the morning I turn the TV on to make the quiet go away I know why, but I don't know why We ever let this happen Falling for forever was a big mistake There's so much not to do and all day not to do with him Every other weekend Every other Sunday I empty out my backseat While my children hug their mother In the parking lot We don't touch We don't talk much Maybe goodbye to each other As she drives away with every piece of heart I got I re-convince myself we did the right thing Every other weekend [Chorus: Kenny Chesney, Reba McEntire, Both] But I can't tell her I love her I can't tell him I love him Because there's too many questions and ears in the car So I don't tell him I miss him I don't tell her I need her She's (He's) over me, that's where we are So we're as close as we may ever be again Every other weekend Yeah for fifteen minutes we're family again God I wish that he was still with me again Every other weekend