C A baby's born I the middle of F the night
In a l C ocal delivery room F
C They grab his feet, smack'em till he cries; F
He goes home Am the next afternoon G F
C 'Fore you know it he's off to scho F ol
And then he graduat C es in May F
C Goes out and gets a Ph.D., th F en cures all so Am rts of thin G gs F
Dm Wins a Nobel Prize G and saves a million diff C erent lives F
Dm The worlds a better place G for all he's done C
F It's funny when you think about G the reason he's al C ive F
It's a Dm ll because two people G fell in love C F Am G
II
C Right now at a picnic F shelter down by Ca C ney Creek F
C You'll find potato F salad, hot dogs Am and baked G beans F
C The whole Wilson family's F lined up, fillin' their pa C per plates F
C They've drove or flown in F hear from fifteen differen Am t state G s F
Dm Well Stanley Wilson says tha G t sixty years ago h C e knew F
Dm That Miss Emma Tucker G was the one C
F Now five generations ge G t together every C June F
All be Dm cause two peopl G e fell in love C
Chorus
Yea there ain't nothin' G not affected
When two h F earts get connected
C All that is, will be G , or ever was Am
Every sin G gle choice we make
Every brea F th we get to take
Is a F ll because two people G fell in love C F Am G
III
C Well, I recall a young F man who was
C driftin' aimlessly F
C And a young waitres F s who seemed
Am lonesome as G can be F
Dm But in a little caf G right off of Four C teenth Avenue F
Dm With a whole lotta help f G rom up above C
F We met and things s G ure turned around for me C and you F
And al Dm l because two people f G ell in love C
Chorus II
Baby, there ain't nothin' no G t affected
When two h F earts get connected
C All that is, will be G , or ever was Am
I'm glad your dad could G not resist
Your mama's charms and you F exist
All F because two people G fell in love C
Tag
You know, to me it's a G ll so clear
Every one o F f us is here
F All becaus G e two people fell in C love F Am G
Verse I (repeat to fade)
C A baby's born I the middle of F the night
In a l C ocal delivery room F
C They grab his feet, smack'em till he cries; F
He goes home Am the next afternoon G F
C F Am G C
Brad Paisley
