Beautiful Mess

Beautiful Mess

"Beautiful Mess" is the title of a song written by Shane Minor, Clay Mills and former Exile member Sonny LeMaire, and recorded by American country music group Diamond Rio. It was released in April 2002 as the first single from Diamond Rio's album Completely. The song reached Number One on the Billboard Hot Country Singles & Tracks (now Hot Country Songs) charts, a position that it held for two non-consecutive weeks. The song was also Diamond Rio's most successful crossover single, peaking at #28 on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100.

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