Virginia Bluebell by Miranda Lambert

Carrying the weight on the end of a limb
You’re just waiting for somebody to pick you up again

Shaded by a tree, can’t live up to a rose

All you ever wanted was a sunny place to grow

Pretty little thing, sometimes you gotta look up

And let the world see all the beauty that you’re made of

‘Cause the way you hang your head nobody can tell

You’re my Virginia Bluebell

My Virginia Bluebell

Even through a stone a flower can bloom

You just need a little push, Spring is coming soon

Umbrella in the rain, let it roll off your back

Weather what you can, realize what you have

Pretty little thing, sometimes you gotta look up

And let the world see all the beauty that you’re made of

‘Cause the way you hang your head nobody can tell

You’re my Virginia Bluebell

My Virginia Bluebell

Put a little light in the darkest places

Put a little smile on the saddest faces

Pretty little thing, sometimes you gotta look up

And let the world see all the beauty that you’re made of

‘Cause the way you hang your head nobody can tell

You’re my Virginia Bluebell

My Virginia Bluebell