There are always subjects too personal or delicate to discuss with people, either inside or outside the family
Lyrics
We Don’t Talk About That
(Martin Buchanan/Laura Black)
My brother married Sarah their senior year
But now he doesn’t act like he wants her near
She stopped caring where he hangs out or when he comes home
They’re too young and too dumb They’ll end up alone
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We don’t talk about that
Keep the conversation light
What’s the high tomorrow?
What’s on TV tonight?
But when something’s not right
You don’t want to ask
‘Cos we don’t talk about that
Uncle Jack hasn’t had a job in seven years
Since the Maker’s Mark made it’s mark on his career
His third wife works a second shift to pay the rent
It’s a sure bet his gambling debt will catch up with them
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Sister showed up at Momma’s with a busted lip
Said they were horsing around and his hand had slipped
Daddy found out where that boyfriend lived
We never heard from him again He kinda disappeared
