Most times I love her
Sometimes I hate her
Sometimes it's even a bit of both
We grew up together
Wore the same hand me down sweater
But ask mom whose better
And she'll just say no
Sisters know you better than you even know yourself
They'll call you out faster than anyone else
Sisters, cut from the same cloth, Different as night and day
They give you hell when you're growing up
But have your back the whole way
I love my whiskey, she prefers wine
She's the Loretta to my Patsy Cline
From marching band in high school
To karaoke bars
Now she's raising babies and I pick guitars
Sisters know you better than you even know yourself
They'll call you out faster than anyone else
Sisters, cut from the same cloth, Different as night and day
They give you hell when you're growing up
But have your back the whole way
Sisters know you better than you even know yourself
They'll call you out faster than anyone else
Sisters, cut from the same cloth, Different as night and day
They give you hell when you're growing up
But have your back the whole way
Sisters know you better than you even know yourself
They'll call you out faster than anyone else
Sisters, cut from the same cloth, Different as night and day
They give you hell when you're growing up
But have your back the whole way
Sisters Video (MV)
Performed By: Ella Marie Salter
Language: English
Length: 3:49
Written by: Christine Salter, Rebecca Neece
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Most times I love her
Sometimes I hate her
Sometimes it's even a bit of both
We grew up together
Wore the same hand me down sweater
But ask mom whose better
And she'll just say no
Sisters know you better than you even know yourself
They'll call you out faster than anyone else
Sisters, cut from the same cloth, Different as night and day
They give you hell when you're growing up
But have your back the whole way
I love my whiskey, she prefers wine
She's the Loretta to my Patsy Cline
From marching band in high school
To karaoke bars
Now she's raising babies and I pick guitars
Sisters know you better than you even know yourself
They'll call you out faster than anyone else
Sisters, cut from the same cloth, Different as night and day
They give you hell when you're growing up
But have your back the whole way
Sisters know you better than you even know yourself
They'll call you out faster than anyone else
Sisters, cut from the same cloth, Different as night and day
They give you hell when you're growing up
But have your back the whole way
Sisters know you better than you even know yourself
They'll call you out faster than anyone else
Sisters, cut from the same cloth, Different as night and day
They give you hell when you're growing up
But have your back the whole way
Sometimes I hate her
Sometimes it's even a bit of both
We grew up together
Wore the same hand me down sweater
But ask mom whose better
And she'll just say no
Sisters know you better than you even know yourself
They'll call you out faster than anyone else
Sisters, cut from the same cloth, Different as night and day
They give you hell when you're growing up
But have your back the whole way
I love my whiskey, she prefers wine
She's the Loretta to my Patsy Cline
From marching band in high school
To karaoke bars
Now she's raising babies and I pick guitars
Sisters know you better than you even know yourself
They'll call you out faster than anyone else
Sisters, cut from the same cloth, Different as night and day
They give you hell when you're growing up
But have your back the whole way
Sisters know you better than you even know yourself
They'll call you out faster than anyone else
Sisters, cut from the same cloth, Different as night and day
They give you hell when you're growing up
But have your back the whole way
Sisters know you better than you even know yourself
They'll call you out faster than anyone else
Sisters, cut from the same cloth, Different as night and day
They give you hell when you're growing up
But have your back the whole way
Writer: Christine Salter, Rebecca Neece
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid