Got No Bread, No Milk, No Money, but We Sure Got a Lot of Love Songtext - James Talley

Got No Bread, No Milk, No Money, but We Sure Got a Lot of Love - James Talley

Got no bread, no milk, no money,
But we sure got a lot of love;
My little gal she calls me honey,
And she comes from Heaven above.
Oh, she comes from the green hill-country
Where the lovin’ lasts all night—
As far back in that country
As you can stick a butcher-knife.
Yeah, she is quite a woman,
And you know I don’t like to brag,
But she can squeeze my dinner
Out of an old dishrag;
And when it comes to lovin’
let me tell you she’s all right—
No she ain’t much for talkin’
When it comes to Saturday night.
She likes good, clean wholesome music
That doesn’t make her feel uptight,
So she listens to the radio
Sittin’ on the porch at night.
She knows I work like a dog on weekdays
But when Saturday rolls around,
I put them wheels on the highway
And I take my little baby to town . . .
She spends all of my money,
Just a foolin’ around—
And I’m broke again come Sunday,
Monday, I’m run down.
Got no bread, no milk, no money,
But we sure got a lot of love—
My little gal, she calls me honey,
And she comes from Heaven above


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