I’ll Be Loving You

Just as sure as God made little green apples, I’ll be lovin’ you.

I wish that I could hold you
On a cold, crisp morning like this
Just to feel my arms around you
And that warm and tender kiss.

My darlin’, my baby
My lady in the moon
I’ll climb those Smoky Mountains
I’ll be at your doorstep soon.


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If the Devil’s soul is black as coal
If Kentucky’s grass is blue
Just as sure as God made little green apples,
I’ll be lovin’ you.


Let’s lay some logs on that ol’ wood stove
Build a fire of our own
Got chicken cookin’ in the kitchen
You sure make this house a home.

Marry me come the Spring time
When the flowers are covered with bees
Plant some seeds in the garden
Start growing our family tree

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