Old Tyme Love

This old heart might seem brittle, from travellin' 'round this world,
I'm a sucker for a reel on a fiddle, and I love a Dublin Girl.
I'll never have a million dollars, but GOD knows I got enough,
It don't matter what road we follow, we got an Old
Tyme Love, we got an Old Tyme Love.

This old guitar's got a thousand stories, and a thousand to be told,
As much as I'd love to sing 'em all for you, I gotta hit the road.

It's been a dozen days and countin', she's waited long enough,
I gotta make it over the mountain, back to my Old Tyme Love, we got an Old Tyme Love.