Til the Rooster Crows
Down on the farm there's not a
Whole lot to do but work your fingers
To the bone that's why when all
The lights go off in this one
Horse town mine stay on 'til you
Come a knockin' on my window...
Well I sneak out outta the house
And we disappear from dusk 'til
Dawn, kissing, hugging and loving
Whether down in the corn
Fields, in the old red barn or in
The warm pond waters, we just
Can’t keep our hands off each
Other and it's been that way
Since I can remember even when
We were kids we'd play house
Or doctor or any other game
We could dream up that had
Some kind of hands on stuff
Oh the best of friends, the best
Of lovers but now that we're
Older it feels ten times better...
We both could have had our choice
Of this one or that one down
The road but we made our choice
Long, long ago and here we go
Again kissing, hugging and a loving
On each other...every night by the
Moon’s shadow Till the Rooster
Crows, 'Til the Rooster Crows!
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