Your Sister Cried

Written by Fred Eaglesmith Well, I stared out of the windshield into the rain so light And I turned on my dims, and somebody flashed me their brights And I reached over and turned the radio way down low Lightening crashed, and the road shone like a mirror Your sister cried all the way home A 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 home I'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 good But I think you looked stoned Your sister cried all the way home Your sister cried all the way home Your sister cried all the way home