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