Jared Lindsey

Jared Lindsey

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Sometimes Love Hurts

Written By: Jared Lindsey

A country doctor in a faraway land, I never met a kinder man.
He was doing what he loved.
He helped the people from the morning till the sunset.
He loved them like his own and he never left.
But the people didn’t care; they never gave him anything back.
So I asked him one time, why he didn’t just go home, and he said son you know…

I’ve been mocked and laughed at by every man
I’ve been broken, wounded and abandoned…by the ones I love the most.
But love isn’t always two-way deal; you can’t judge it by the way you feel,
because sometimes … love hurts.

I knew a couple married back in ‘82, they were young, and nobody knew,
but she’d loved him since he was a boy.
But he had a little problem with the beer and the whiskey,
and he took their money, and gambled it away
Now she works two jobs just to get him by
But she still cooks him supper every night.

She’s been mocked and laughed at by all her friends.
She’s been broken, wounded and abandoned…by the one she loves the most.
But love isn’t always a two-way deal; you can’t judge it by the way you feel,
because sometimes…love hurts.

Another man from Galilee, he healed the sick and made the blind to see.
He bore the weight of the world, but you’d never know.
But though he gave a lot of love out, he didn’t a lot back.
In fact, they killed him by the cruelest means.
And any other man would have given up, and said he’d wasted his time.
But I thank God for the bigger plan, to save your life and mine.

Because he was mocked and laughed at by every man.
He was broken, wounded and abandoned…by the ones he loved the most.
But love isn’t always a two-way deal; you can’t judge it by the way you feel,
because sometimes…love hurts.

My Town

Written By: Jared Lindsey

I used to ride my bike, down a lonely country road
outside a sleepy little town that never changed.
I used to lie at night, and watch the fireflies beneath
a white oak tree that grandpa planted years before,
but not no more.
Because the town became a city; and the road is an interstate.
And everywhere I look I see a face that I don’t know.

I miss my town, I miss the way things used to be,
when the people were still friendly and a man had room to move,
and you didn’t go away mad every time you heard the news.
Sometimes in my mind, I end up back…in 1959.

When grandpa died they took his farm and sold it for a song,
hope I’m not wrong to think it wasn’t right to only leave me tears to cry.
There’s a city street with sidewalks, where once used to be the barnyard
and the paddocks, and all that’s left of my favorite tree,
is a memory.
Where I used to watch the sunset, now a sky rise blocks the view.
And I’m not ashamed to say, I wish everybody knew…

I miss my town, I miss the way things used to be,
when the people were still friendly and a man had room to move,
and you didn’t go away mad every time you heard the news.
Sometimes in my mind, I end up back…in 1959.

I’m lying in the dark, trying to sleep, but the sound of the cars and the fights
from the bars on the next street down got me thinking about how it used to be
remembering when, they brought the highway in, and filled
the moonlight nights with streetlights, and traffic lines, trucks roaring by,
and neon signs
The department stores and restaurant chains came one after another
Now they’ve made this place look just the same as any other

I used to ride my bike, down a lonely country road
outside a sleepy little town that never changed.
But now I live my life, in a world that spins so fast that I get dizzy.
There’s people always running late, always in a hurry, always busy.

I miss my town, I miss the way things used to be,
when the people were still friendly and a man had room to move,
and you didn’t go away mad every time you heard the news.
Sometimes in my mind, I end up back…in 1959.