Jackie’s House Trisha Yearwood

I'd put a little love note in a bottle
Throw it off the Bay Street bridge
Watch it glide along among the willows
And run along the bank with the other kids

If that bottle didn't
Hang up on the stones
It would ride that river
With a will of its own

It'd go underground
And come up in the creek
Behind Jackie's house, Jackie's house
I'd hang around until Jackie came out

My hands would shake
My heart would ache
I didn't know what is was
But I first felt love behind Jackie's house

You could hear a pin drop in that parlor
It was horsechair chairs and old lace
Jackie sat beside me like a statue
The other kids were out playing kids' games

Those funny feelings
Strange and unknown
They would rise like the river
With a will of their own