- Votes:
- Composers:
- Jackson
- Alan Eugene
 
- Genres:
- Country
 
- See also:
Alan Jackson - After 17 lyrics
Her right hand closed the front porch door
 Suddenly a child no more
 All the ribbons, all the bows
 In a box now on her closet floor
 Anxious for what's to come
 Afraid to leave a place she loves
 She's not a woman, not a girl
 Trying to find her place in this crazy world
 Meet a lover, make a friend
 Trying to figure out what this life really means
 After 17
 Broken hearts and rusted dreams
 Sometimes make it hard to leaving
 Certainty is out of reach
 Even with some self-beliefs
 So she bites her lip and shows a smile
 Flips her hair and flaunts her style
 She's not a woman, not a girlAlan Jackson - After 17 - http://motolyrics.com/alan-jackson/after-17-lyrics.html
 Trying to find her place in this crazy world
 Meet a lover, make a friend
 Try and figure out what this life really means
 After 17
 Her memories, she stowed away
 Pulls them out on rainy days
 And brand new faces take their place
 Beside the ones that never fade
 She's strong and fragile, weak and smart
 Whatever the cost she plays the part
 She's not a woman, not a girl
 Trying to find her place in this crazy world
 Meet a lover, make a friend
 Try and figure out what this life really means
 After 17, after 17
 Her right hand closed the front porch door
 And suddenly a child no more













