Текст: Brad Paisley. American Saturday Night. No.

On my fifth birthday, I got so upset
About the brand new bike that I didn't get
I'd prayed my heart out and it didn't seem fair
I told my grandpa, I guess God doesn't care
And he just smiled and said my child

Make no mistake, every prayer you pray
Gets answered, even though
Sometimes, the answer is no

Five years later, out behind the shed
With a stolen pack of grandpa's cigarettes
I struck a match and held that first one to my lips
And prayed to God, please let me get away with this
And through the smoke, I saw grandpa standing there

Make no mistake, every prayer you pray
Gets answered, even though
Sometimes, the answer is no

When I think of all the answers in my life
I would have to say, there's no doubt
It was always for the best when I didn't get my way

Grandpa got older like grandpas do
His health was failing and I guess I knew
It'd be best if he was called on hold but selfishly
I prayed that God would keep him hanging on
And when he passed away, in my mind I heard him say

Make no mistake, every prayer you pray
Gets answered, even though
Sometimes, the answer is no

Sometimes, the answer is no