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C.W. McCall - The Little Things In Life
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(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
How long has it been
Since you got up on the early side a' mornin'?
And saw the sun a-risin'
Bright an' shiny on the eastern side a' day?
And long will it be
'Til you listen to the sound of evenin' thunder?
And go runnin' through the raindrops
And stop to smell the flowers on the way
How long has it been
Since you heard the leaves a-rustlin' in November?
And felt the autumn wind
Blowin' soft across a sky of sil'vry gray?
And how long will it be
'Til you walk along the riverside together?
And take the time to skip a stone
And stop to watch the ripples fade away
But we're so busy tryin' to make it
Workin' mornin', noon and night
That we never see the sunlight
And anytime we started lookin'
For the little things in life that make it livin'
How long has it been
Since you held your woman in your arms and kissed her?
And told her that you'd love her
'Til the day that heaven takes you both away?
And how long will it be
'Til you wake up late at night and turn to whisper,
"Hon, I promise you tomorrow ain't a-gonna be just another day."
But we're so busy tryin' to make it
Workin' mornin', noon and night
That we never feel the lovelight
And anytime we started hearin'
All them quiet words that come from up above
We're so busy tryin' to fight it
Drivin' hard to beat the stoplight
That we never see the starlight
And anytime we started lookin'
For the little things in life that make it love
Yeah, the little things in life that make it livin'
Are the little things in life that make it love
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