Date: 1/27/97; 12:09:05 PM
You Got Gold. a e Is there ever enough, space between us, to keep us both honest and true, a why is it so hard, to just sit in the yard, and stare at the sky so blue
I've got a new way of walking and a new way of talking, d Honey, when I'm around you. a But it gives me the blues, when I've got some good news, e a And you're not there to bring it to.
Life is a blessin, it's a delicatessen, of all the little favors you do
All wrapped up together, no matter the weather,
Baby you always come through,
It's a measure of treasure, that gives me the pleasure,
Of loving you the way I do,