Vince Gill

A Little More Love – Vince Gill

(Vince Gill)

We both went a little crazy
We both did each other wrong
Don’t think it’s too late baby
Don’t think that all hope is gone

We need a little more love
To get us through the night
Just a little more love
And we’ll be all right

It’d be easy to say it doesn’t matter
To walk away and wish you the best
But I know we’d feel a whole lot better
If we tried a little tenderness

We need a little more love
To get us through the night
Just a little more love
And we’ll be all right
Gonna be all right

Let’s put our differences aside
We can make it baby you and I
Let’s give it just one more try
We can’t let this thing die

We need a little more love
To get us through the night
Just a little more love
And we’ll be all right
We need a little more love
To get us through the night
Just a little more love
And we’ll be all right
Gonna be all right

Oh just a little more love
Gonna be all right
Oh just a little more love
Gonna be all right
Oh just a little more love
Gonna be all right

By admin on October 28, 2013 | A Song Lyrics | A comment?
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Victim Of Life’s Circumstances – Vince Gill

(Delbert McClinton)

It’s 6:05am on Sunday mornin’
And I was supposed to’ve left for Memphis late last night
But I stopped at one of them old highway places
And ’cause I did I’ll sleep in Tarren County Jail tonight

Well I started out tonight with good intentions
But I ended up gettin’ sidways drinkin’ wine
Well the last thing I remember we was rollin’
And something hit my head and knocked me from my conscious mind

And I’m a victim of life’s circumstances
Well I was raised around bar rooms and Friday night dances
Singin’ them old country songs
And half the time ending up some place I don’t belong

I said, “Jailor, hey, what y’all got me charged with?”
Well he looked at me and halfway closed one eye
Well he said, “To mean to say you don’t remember Cuttin’ up some fool with that bone handled knife?”

And I’m a victim of life’s circumstances
Well I was raised around bar rooms and Friday night dances
Singin’ them old country songs
And half the time ending up some place I don’t belong
And I’m a victim of life’s circumstances
Well I was raised around bar rooms and Friday night dances
Singin’ them old country songs
And half the time ending up some place I don’t belong

By admin on October 7, 2013 | V Song Lyrics | 8 comments
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