Small Favors Lyrics by Billy Dean
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(Written by: Billy Dean, Tim Nichols)

She puts up with my coffee cup
Ringing her dining room table
She don't mind those Friday nights
When she has to drive 'cause I'm unstable.

She goes to church while I oversleep
I'm not sure what she sees in me.

Chorus:
Thank god for small favors
The Sunday paper and the taste of homemade wine
Second chances and the healing hands of time
And thank god love is blind.

Somehow she knows I love her so
Though I don't always show her
She only sees the good in me
But with me she has to look closer.

Lord, I guess I owe you one
She thinks I hung the moon and the sun.

Chorus:
Thank god for small favors
The Sunday paper and the taste of homemade wine
Second chances and the healing hands of time
And thank god love is blind...
(Written by: Billy Dean, Tim Nichols)      She puts up with my coffee cup   Ringing her dining room table   She don't mind those Friday nights   When she has to drive 'cause I'm unstable.      She goes to church while I oversleep   I'm not sure what she sees in me.      Chorus:   Thank god for small favors   The Sunday paper and the taste of homemade wine   Second chances and the healing hands of time   And thank god love is blind.      Somehow she knows I love her so   Though I don't always show her   She only sees the good in me   But with me she has to look closer.      Lord, I guess I owe you one   She thinks I hung the moon and the sun.      Chorus:   Thank god for small favors   The Sunday paper and the taste of homemade wine   Second chances and the healing hands of time   And thank god love is blind...