| I’d give the sun and moon just to hold you girl,
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| I’d give anything, your the only one in this whole wide world
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| Who makes me feel this way. |
| You came to me just like you were
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| An angel from above. |
| Hunny, what I wouldn’t give for your love.
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| Well I wouldn’t give my rusty old pick up truck, I wouldn’t quit drinking beer,
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| wouldn’t stop dippin' snuff, wouldn’t give up my ratty old boots and jean,
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| wouldn’t stop reading playboy magazine. |
| Wouldn’t give up my dog or my old shot
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| gun, not my fishin pole, hell that’s my favorite one. |
| Not my new bass boat,
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| not my baseball glove. |
| that’s what I wouldn’t give for your love.
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| Now girl once I told ya, I’d give anything to hold ya, what was I think?
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| I was outa my mind, what was I trying to prove telling you those things?
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| Well now hunny, I’d give up some of my money. |
| But there’s a few things I aint'
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| letting go, girl you gotta know this boy aint' ever gonna change.
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| Well I wouldn’t give my rusty old pick up truck, I wouldn’t quit drinking beer,
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| wouldn’t stop dippin' snuff, wouldn’t give up my ratty old boots and jean,
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| wouldn’t stop reading playboy magazine. |
| Wouldn’t give up my dog or my old shot
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| gun, not my fishin pole, hell that’s my favorite one. |
| Not my new bass boat,
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| not my baseball glove. |
| that’s what I wouldn’t give for your love.
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| Well I wouldn’t give my rusty old pick up truck, I wouldn’t quit drinking beer,
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| wouldn’t stop dippin' snuff, wouldn’t give up my ratty old boots and jean,
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| wouldn’t stop reading playboy magazine. |
| Wouldn’t give up my dog or my old shot
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| gun, not my fishin pole, hell that’s my favorite one. |
| Not my new bass boat,
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| not my baseball glove. |
| that’s what I wouldn’t give for your love.
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| Aw no, not my new bass boat, not my baseball glove, not my 5pound bass or my 10point buck. |
| Not my poker night or leavin' the toliet seat up. |
| that’s what I wouldn’t give for you love.
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| (Naw, ain’t gonna do it.) |