Love Sweet Love

There’s a little house on the edge of town
With a red roof and a wood fence going round
And two little boys in the back yard playing ball
In the kitchen there’s a pretty girl wearing blue jeans
In a Alabama t-shirt looking like a dream
Making fried chicken, mash potatoes and apple pie

There’s a hardworking guy pulling up in the drive
Who knows he the luckiest man alive

Because he gets her love sweet love every morning
He gets her love sweet love everyday
He gets her love sweet love every evening
He gets her love, love, love sweet love

There’s a double wide on the outside of town
With a tin roof and a couple dogs running round
And a front porch swing with just enough room for two
On the sofa there’s an old man sippin sweet tea
Staring at his wife who’s watching TV
For 52 years she’s been the apple of his eye

When he takes her little hand and she starts to sigh
Like she was 16 again and she knows why

She gets his love sweet love every morning
She gets his love sweet love everyday
She gets his love sweet love every evening
She gets his love, love, love sweet love

Life’s much better when not alone
Find your soul mate and take’m on home

And get there love sweet love every morning
Get there love sweet love everyday
Get the love sweet love every evening
Get there love, love, love sweet love
Love, love, love sweet love
Love, love, love sweet love
Love, love, love sweet love

2012 Frank Prenevost
702-533-3244
Banjoman1961@gmail

Here is my softer folk-bluegrass side.