Miranda Lambert

[Verse 1]
Carrying the weight on the end of a limb
Your 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 silent place to grow
[Chorus]
Pretty little thing
Sometimes you got to look up
And let the world see
All the beauty that your made of
Cause the way you hang you head
Nobody can tell
Your my Virginia bluebell
My Viginia bluebell