Sing 'Cause I Love to
Across the street from Mable's store
Underneath my daddy's carport
If you knew at least three chords
You could come and play all night long
Flattop, mandolin or anything with strings
Every single Saturday you could hear us sing
[Chorus:]
High and low, rough and sweet
And if you couldn't play you brought something to eat
Folks would come from miles around
It gets in your blood and you can't get it out
When it steals your heart there ain't nothing you can do
There wasn't no money
You just sing 'cause you loved to
Daddy would sing 'Ring of Fire'
Someone would play the 'Wildwood Flower'
Fiddles moaning in the wee small hours
And you couldn't make the people go home
I'd sit in Momma's lap and she'd rock me to sleep
To 'Amazing Grace' in three part harmony
[Chorus:]
I carry in my soul the music from my younger days
And I try to remember every time I hit the stage
High and low
Rough and sweet
If I wasn't getting paid, I'd be doing it for free
Folks would come from miles around
It gets in your blood
And you can't get it out
When it steals your heart
There ain't nothing you can do
Lord, I don't sing for the money
I sing 'cause I love to
Lord, I don't sing for the money
I sing 'cause I love to
Underneath my daddy's carport
If you knew at least three chords
You could come and play all night long
Flattop, mandolin or anything with strings
Every single Saturday you could hear us sing
[Chorus:]
High and low, rough and sweet
And if you couldn't play you brought something to eat
Folks would come from miles around
It gets in your blood and you can't get it out
When it steals your heart there ain't nothing you can do
There wasn't no money
You just sing 'cause you loved to
Daddy would sing 'Ring of Fire'
Someone would play the 'Wildwood Flower'
Fiddles moaning in the wee small hours
And you couldn't make the people go home
I'd sit in Momma's lap and she'd rock me to sleep
To 'Amazing Grace' in three part harmony
[Chorus:]
I carry in my soul the music from my younger days
And I try to remember every time I hit the stage
High and low
Rough and sweet
If I wasn't getting paid, I'd be doing it for free
Folks would come from miles around
It gets in your blood
And you can't get it out
When it steals your heart
There ain't nothing you can do
Lord, I don't sing for the money
I sing 'cause I love to
Lord, I don't sing for the money
I sing 'cause I love to
Credits
Writer(s): Radney M. Foster, Rebecca Lynn Howard
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