Fort Wayne lyrics
by Heath McNease
I count my blessings slow
And hope I don't run low
It seems God has a bone to pick with me
And He will not stop picking till I go
Oh, my dear Fort Wayne
Will we meet again
Oh, she sings a bittersweet refrain
But the apple of my eye is still Fort Wayne
I count my blessings loud
And pray I don't run out
It seems God has a thing or two to say
About those skeletons He found inside my house
Oh, my dear Fort Wayne
Will we meet again
Oh, she sings a bittersweet refrain
But the apple of my eye is still Fort Wayne
Oh, she sings a bittersweet refrain
But the apple of my eye is still Fort Wayne
Oh, she sings a bittersweet refrain
But the apple of my eye is still Fort Wayne
Oh, the apple of my eye is still Fort Wayne