"Trouble In Paradise" lyrics
The Mizes (Logan Mize & Jill Martin) Lyrics
There's a million miles of gold sunflowers
A country store and a water tower
Got the life we always dreamed about
A couple acres on the family farm
Just out of town about a mile or two
From the red brick church where we said I do
But I don't know how me and you
Make a simple life so hard
They're calling for clear blue skies
Sunny and seventy-five
Daisies blooming on our big front porch
I'd feel guilty asking God for more
But there's thunder rolling down the hall
Guess the weatherman don't know it all
'Cause it's sure raining in here tonight
There's trouble in paradise
You looked so pretty in your Sunday best
I maybe should've told you sooner I guess
'Cause we rode home in silence
When there was so much to say
Been down this road a time or two
Somehow, we always make it through
But I don't know how me and you
Can ruin a perfect day
They're calling for clear blue skies
Sunny and seventy-five
Dogs are napping on our big front porch
I'd feel guilty asking God for more
The kids are both getting A's in school
Riding their bikes to the swimming pool
We both know we got a real nice life
But there's trouble in paradise
Even the darkest storm will pass us by
I know you're sorry and darling so am I
They're calling for clear blue skies
Sunny and seventy-five
Come sit with me on our big front porch
We got the life we've been praying for
Cotton sheets hanging out on the line
Maybe we get tangled up in 'em tonight
Lean on me it's gonna be alright
It's just trouble in paradise
Yeah, everything is gonna be alright
It's just trouble in paradise
A country store and a water tower
Got the life we always dreamed about
A couple acres on the family farm
Just out of town about a mile or two
From the red brick church where we said I do
But I don't know how me and you
Make a simple life so hard
They're calling for clear blue skies
Sunny and seventy-five
Daisies blooming on our big front porch
I'd feel guilty asking God for more
But there's thunder rolling down the hall
Guess the weatherman don't know it all
'Cause it's sure raining in here tonight
There's trouble in paradise
You looked so pretty in your Sunday best
I maybe should've told you sooner I guess
'Cause we rode home in silence
When there was so much to say
Been down this road a time or two
Somehow, we always make it through
But I don't know how me and you
Can ruin a perfect day
They're calling for clear blue skies
Sunny and seventy-five
Dogs are napping on our big front porch
I'd feel guilty asking God for more
The kids are both getting A's in school
Riding their bikes to the swimming pool
We both know we got a real nice life
But there's trouble in paradise
Even the darkest storm will pass us by
I know you're sorry and darling so am I
They're calling for clear blue skies
Sunny and seventy-five
Come sit with me on our big front porch
We got the life we've been praying for
Cotton sheets hanging out on the line
Maybe we get tangled up in 'em tonight
Lean on me it's gonna be alright
It's just trouble in paradise
Yeah, everything is gonna be alright
It's just trouble in paradise
