Intro: Reba: Every other Friday It's toys and clothes and backpacks "Is everybody in okay, let's go see daddy" Same time in the same spot Corner of the same old parking lot Half the hugs and kisses there are always sad We trade a couple words and looks and kids again Every other weekend Kenny: Every other weekend Very few exceptions I pick up the love we made in both my arms It's movies on the sofa Grilled cheese and cut the crust off But "That's not the way mom makes it, daddy", breaks my heart I miss everything I used to have with her, again ~ ~ Every other weekend Chorus: