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Buicks to the moon

How long will I love you
I dont really know
I'd like to think forever
Is how far we could go
So let me paint a pictrue
Of how its gonna be
The day you dont mean
everything to me

When a nickels worth a dollar
And gold aint work a dime
When they build a ship
On waters that will take back in time
When the stars have
All been counted
And I stop lovin you
Honey, they'll be drivin buicks to the moon

Now you dont have to worry
About what comes to pass
This old world may wear out
But my loves gonna last
If they ever build that highway to the moon
I'll just find somethin else to promise you

When a nickels worth a dollar
And gold aint work a dime
When they build a ship
On waters that will take back in time
When the stars have
All been counted
And I stop lovin you
Honey, they'll be drivin buicks to the moon

Oh when the stars have all been counted
And I stop lovin you
Honey, they'll be driven
Buicks to the moon

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Alan Jackson Lyrics
Alan Jackson
Country Room
Front Door
Email: J3019@hotmail.com