The cash, your curves, the spice you keep in a jar, the stone, the path, the scratchy guitar, the wind, the songs, and the moon, and the stars..
Bob: acoustic, piano, Les Paul, Roland JX8P as bass and synth
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All We Share
The cash, your curves, the spice you keep in a jar
The stone, the path, the scratchy guitar
The wind, the songs, and the moon, and the stars
And the bills in red, the pipe I broke in the wall
The tools I bought, the plumber I called
The angry words that real mean nothing at all
And all of these things keep us together
Every little thing keeps us together
All that we share
All that we share
The kids that come and come
And don’t they just come
And you and I could love every one
The stars, the rain, and the moon, and the sun
And all of these things keep us together
Every little thing keeps us together
All that we share
All that we share
I’ve done some foolish things,
But I’m good at fixing things
The kiss, your stare, the braid you wore in your hair
Upon the left, just over your ear
Your voice, the sound has always been easy to hear
The sun, the moon, the rain, the pain and the stars
Here comes my bride, and fixing the cars,
We’re feeding the kids, and we’re cleaning the yard
And every little thing keeps us together
All of these things keep us together
All that we share
All that we share
And everything you do
Makes me part of you
Copyright 2006 Bob Elliott
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