Fill You up with Love

Junkyard Jim was a mean old man
As mean a man as you have ever saw
Jim hated just about everyone
He had a lot stuck in his craw

June Calhoon was a social worker
But mostly what she did was drive
She used to load hot meals in the back of her van
To keep folks like Jim alive

She's gonna fill him up
She's gonna fill him up with love
She's gonna fill him up
She's gonna fill him up with love

She's gonna fill him up with
Love, love, love, love

Hard Luck Hank drank and snorted crank
But he was once a tiny baby boy
No one talks to crazy homeless men
But he was once his mama's pride and joy

Hank stank ranker than a septic tank
But the shelter still took him in
He got a nice hot shower and some clean dry clothes
He could feel his mama's arms again around him

It's gonna fill him up
Gonna fill him up with love
Gonna fill him up
Gonna fill him up with love
It's gonna fill him up with

Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love



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Writer(s): Scott Donald Ireland
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