The Bride

The day is finally here There?s flowers everywhere The guests are waitin? with sweet anticipation As I look down the aisle The preacher starts to smile Church bells are ringin? and the organ is playing I?m so overcome that I could cry I?m so happy, I'm not the bride She?s such a pretty thing She don?t know anything Ain?t gonna tell her That she?s out of her mind The preacher asks the question, no, I have no objection I do, I do want him out of my life Throw the rice and let those white doves fly Oh, happy day, I?m not the bride Eat some more cake, throw the bouquet Have some champagne, it?s time to celebrate I?m gonna dance this night away The groom is getting loud, his new wife starts to shout Oh, this is perfect, it can only get better They?re fightin? in the car, off to a real good start His mama?s crying, "Aren?t they lovely together" They?re drivin? away, we?re waving goodbye Close call, free at last, Amen, Hallelujah By the grace of God, go I, I?m not the bride, I?m not the bride I?m free, I?m free, I?m free, I?m not the bride