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Toby Keith ft Sting – I’m So Happy I Can’t Stop Crying

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About the Song

“I’m So Happy I Can’t Stop Crying” is a country-pop song written by Toby Keith and Sting. It was first released by Keith on his 2003 album Shock’n Y’all, and later by Sting on his 2004 album Sacred Love. The song is a duet about the joy of finding true love.

The song begins with Keith singing about how he’s never felt this way before. He’s so happy that he can’t stop crying. Sting then enters the song, singing about how he’s found the love of his life. The two singers then sing together about how they’re so happy that they can’t stop crying.

The song is a beautiful ballad that celebrates the power of love. It’s a song that will make you smile and cry at the same time. If you’re looking for a song to lift your spirits, then “I’m So Happy I Can’t Stop Crying” is the perfect song for you.

Toby Keith is an American country music singer and songwriter. He has released 19 studio albums, and has had 31 number-one singles on the Billboard Hot Country Songs chart. Keith is known for his his traditional country sound, and his songs often deal with themes of patriotism, family, and hard work.

Sting is an English singer, songwriter, and actor. He is best known as the frontman of the rock band The Police. Sting has also had a successful solo career, and has released 15 studio albums. Sting’s music is known for its eclectic mix of styles, including rock, pop, jazz, and world music.

“I’m So Happy I Can’t Stop Crying” is a beautiful song that is sure to touch your heart. It’s a song about the power of love, and it’s a song that will make you smile and cry at the same time. If you’re looking for a song to lift your spirits, then “I’m So Happy I Can’t Stop Crying” is the perfect song for you.

Here are some additional details about the song:

  • The song was produced by James Stroud.
  • The song was released as the second single from Keith’s album Shock’n Y’all.
  • The song reached number one on the Billboard Hot Country Songs chart.
  • The song was nominated for a Grammy Award for Best Country Performance by a Duo or Group with Vocals.

Here are some interesting facts about the song:

  • The song was inspired by Keith’s real-life experience of finding true love.
  • Keith and Sting wrote the song together in Sting’s home studio in England.
  • The song was recorded in Nashville, Tennessee.
  • The music video for the song was directed by Trey Fanjoy.
  • The music video features Keith and Sting singing the song in a variety of locations, including a field, a forest, and a beach.

I'm So Happy I Can't Stop Crying (w/ Sting) - Toby Keith - Partition 🎸 de la chanson + accords et paroles

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Lyrics: I’m So Happy I Can’t Stop Crying

Seven weeks have passed now since she left me,
She shows her face to ask me how I am
She says the kids are fine and that they miss me
Maybe I could come and baby-sit sometimeShe says, “are you o.k? I was worried about you.
“Can you forgive me? I hope that you’ll be happy.”
I’m so happy that I can’t stop crying
I’m so happy I’m laughing through my tearsI saw a friend of mine. he said, “I was worried about you
I heard she had another man, I wondered how you felt about I
I’m so happy that I can’t stop crying
I’m so happy I’m laughing through my tearsSaw my lawyer, Mr. good news, he got me
Joint custody and legal separation
I’m so happy that I can’t stop crying
I’m laughing through my tears,
I’m laughing through my tearsI took a walk alone last night.
I looked up at the stars
To try to find an answer in my life

I chose a star for me, I chose a star for him
I chose two stars for my kids and one star for my wife
Something made me smile.
Something seemed to ease the pain
Something about the universe and how it’s all connected

The park is full of sunday fathers, and melted ice cream
We try to do the best, within the givin time
A kid should be with his mother, everybody knows that
What can a father do but baby-sit sometimes?

I saw that friend of mine, he said, “you look different somehow.”
I said, “everybody’s got to leave this darkness sometime.”
I’m so happy that I can’t stop crying,
I’m laughing through my tears,
I’m laughing through my tears
I’m so happy that I can’t stop crying
I’m laughing through my tears,
I’m laughing through my tears

 

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