You say your man is everything you ever dreamed of
He's everything that you wanted me to be
And from looking at this photograph I can see without a doubt
Oh you have a perfect family
Oh that once I see me in the picture holding you and that little baby boy
His hair would have been blonder and his eyes would have been blue
If that was me in the picture with you
[ fiddle ]
With all respect I didn't mean to show my feelings
I'm thinking things that I have no right to say
Someone ought to write a song of wandering boys who can't come home
And how they let the best things slip away
Once again I see me in the picture...
If that was me in the picture with you
He's everything that you wanted me to be
And from looking at this photograph I can see without a doubt
Oh you have a perfect family
Oh that once I see me in the picture holding you and that little baby boy
His hair would have been blonder and his eyes would have been blue
If that was me in the picture with you
[ fiddle ]
With all respect I didn't mean to show my feelings
I'm thinking things that I have no right to say
Someone ought to write a song of wandering boys who can't come home
And how they let the best things slip away
Once again I see me in the picture...
If that was me in the picture with you