Aimee Mayo
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Aimee Mayo (born September 28, 1971) is an American songwriter, primarily known for writing country hits for artists such as Lonestar, Martina McBride, Sara Evans, Tim McGraw, Faith Hill, and Kellie Pickler. Mayo owns her own publishing company, Little Blue Typewriter Music.
Biography
Aimee Mayo grew up in Gadsden, Alabama. According to her mother, Aimee always had a notebook with her and was constantly writing poetry. Her mother encouraged her to "shoot for the top" and she was signed as a songwriter with BMG while she was still a teenager. It was there that she met her husband, Chris Lindsey, a fellow songwriter. She and Chris have three children and live in Nashville, Tennessee.
As a teen, Aimee was surrounded by music. Her father Danny Mayo wrote hits for numerous country artists. Her brother Cory Mayo wrote You'll Be There, a hit for George Strait in 2005. As of 2008, Mayo’s songs have spent twenty-five weeks in the #1 spot on the Billboard charts, and albums featuring her songs have sold over 135 million units worldwide.
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Tuesday
by: You Am ISaw the sun come up again.
Last week's papers and a pack of darts
That got me through 'til ten.
The ten fifteen's five minutes late.
I really should just get out more these days.
Next door is coughing up his lungs.
Two A.M. I'm sure she said
She's gonna get herself a gun.
I blacked out from three to five.
You should hear what's going on outside.
As the morning bread goes hard
On the corner shop they're waiting
Just for rush hour to start.
And I'm wondering why his kids are late
I really should just get out more these days.
Days, and each one shows
there's so much I'll never know
If I don't ever get
If I never get home, home.
And old Ryan's still his rust
And Tuesday comes and goes
Like any late night bus.
I could do a lot more with my time