- Billy Dean - "I'm In Love With You"
I love you like a wild fire loves the wind
From way down in my soul out through my skin
You might say I feel it in my bones
It brings me to my knees, it lifts me up, it makes me strong
And I hold on,
To every touch
Every kiss
And every moment just like this
The way you dance, the way you smile
And wear your hair just a little wild
The way you move me like you do
It's no wonder I'm in love with you
Love like this is sacred, ancient law
You wonder where I stand, I stand in awe
I've seen the other side of heaven's door
And every time that we make love it shakes me to the core
And I want more
Of every touch
Every kiss
And every moment just like this
To have the dance, to see you smile
And let your hair hang loose and wild
The way you do, the things you do
Girl, it's no wonder I'm in love with you
Yeah baby
I'm in love with you
Oh...
Oh I love your face
I love your lips
I love the taste that lingers long after the kiss
The way you do me like you do
Girl, it's no wonder I'm in love with you
It's no wonder I'm in love with you
- Billy Dean - "Thank God I'm A Country Boy"
(John Sommers)
Well, life on the farm is kinda laid back,
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack.
Early to rise an' early in the sack:
Thank God I'm a country boy
A simple kinda life never did me no harm,
Raisin' me a family an' workin' on the farm.
Days are all filled with an easy country charm:
Thank God I'm a country boy.
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
When the sun's comin' up, I got cakes on the griddle.
Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle:
Thank God I'm a country boy.
When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low,
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow.
But the kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low:
Thank God I'm a country boy.
An' I'd play "Sally Goodin" all day if I could,
But the Lord an' my wife wouldn't take it very good.
So I fiddle when I can, work when I should,
An' thank God I'm a country boy
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
When the sun's comin' up, I got cakes on the griddle.
Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle:
Thank God I'm a country boy.
Here we go.
Well, I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels.
I never was one of them money hungry fools.
Rather have my farm, my fiddle an' tools,
An' thank God I'm a country boy
Well the city folk drivin' in a black limousine:
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's a-mighty keen.
People, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean:
I thank God I'm a country boy
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
When the sun's comin' up, I got cakes on the griddle.
Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle:
Thank God I'm a country boy.
Take it now.
See, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died,
He took me by the hand, held me close to his side.
He says: "Live a good life; play my fiddle with pride,
"And thank God you're a country boy.
Yeah, my daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle,
Taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle.
Taught me how to love, how to give just a little.
Thank God I'm a country boy.
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
The sun's comin' up, I got cakes on the griddle.
Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle:
Whoo, I thank God I'm a country boy.
- Billy Dean - "Let Them Be Little"
(Billy Dean and Richie McDonald)
I can remember when you fit in the palm of my hand.
You felt so good in it; no bigger than a minute.
How it amazes me you're changin' with every blink.
Faster than a flower blooms, they grow up all too soon.
So let them be little,
'Cause they're only that way for a while.
Give 'em hope, give them praise,
Give them love every day.
Let 'em cry, let 'em giggle,
Let 'em sleep in the middle,
Oh, but let them be little.
I never felt so much in one little tender touch.
I live for those kisses, your prayers an' your wishes.
An' now you're teachin' me how only a child can see.
Tonight, while we're on our knees, all I ask is:
Please, let them be little,
'Cause they're only that way for a while.
Give them hope, give them praise,
Give them love every day.
Let 'em cry, let 'em giggle,
Let 'em sleep in the middle,
Oh, but let them be little.
The so innocent, precious soul:
You turn around, an' it's time to let them go.
So let them be little,
'Cause they're only that way for a while.
Give them hope, give 'em praise,
Give them love every day.
Let 'em cry, let 'em giggle,
Let them sleep in the middle,
Oh, but let them be little.
Let them be little
