Lyrics Love You Till The Cows Come Home - Billy Joe Shaver

Love You Till The Cows Come Home

Got a roundhouse right, got a straight razor in my shoe
Got a roundhouse right, got a straight razor in my shoe
Got a pocket full of money, honey, ain’t nothin' I can’t do
Come on over here, mama, gonna love you 'till the cows come home
Come on over here, mama, gonna love you 'till the cows come home
'Till the cotton’s all picked and the hay is in every barn
My woman she fancies a heart and the right kind too
My woman she fancies a heart and the right kind too
I know she’d love to do the same with you
Come on over here mama, gonna love you 'till the cows come home
Get on over here honey, gonna love you 'till the cows come home
'Till the cotton’s all picked and the hay is in every barn
Play that old piano like it’s never been played before
Play that old piano like it’s never been played before
When you get through pickin', let me have it all over some more