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Wheatland County Line (Acoustic Version)

11. Gold Lamé

02:29
Marcia Hayden Hendrick

Lyrics

Baby would you love me                                                                                                                            
If I wore gold lamé
Or rhinestone suits and snakeskin boots
And they paid to watch me play
Or my fans sent me valentines
And I moved out to L.A.
Baby would you love me
Or would you turn and walk away
 
Baby would you wait
While I’m running on the road                                                                                                           
With cowboys in the honkytonks                                                                                                      
And the nights are long and cold
Where money flows like gambler’s dreams
And love is bought and sold
Baby would you wait
While I’m running on the road
 
It can be so hard to find someone
To stay until the end                                                                                                              
Or even till the highway takes
A sharp and sudden bend
I’m blind to what the future holds
But I know this much is true
The future’s not worth seeing
Unless it’s holding you
 
Baby will you meet me                                                                                                                                
When you see me coming home                                                                                                      
With broke down dreams and ragged seams
And a heart too long alone
Will you take me in your arms again
And kiss me sweet and slow
Baby will you meet me
When you see me coming home
 
It can be so hard to find someone
To stay until the end                                                                                                              
Or even till the highway takes
A sharp and sudden bend
I’m blind to what the future holds
But I know this much is true                                                                                          
The future’s not worth seeing
Unless it’s holding you
 
Baby would you love me
If I wore gold lamé