Just Like Love

Rod Picott

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    Sweet young mama with a baby in her arms
    And the whole night sky in her eyes
    There's no love bigger than the hand you hold
    But every little bluebird flies
    Oh, every little bluebird flies

    Now, ain't that just like love?
    Ain't that just like love?
    Ain't that just like love?

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    Mocking bird dancing on a long black wire
    Hearing everything you see
    Tapping out your secrets with his hollowed bones
    Watching all God's children play

    Now ain't that just like love?
    Ain't that just like love?
    Ain't that just like love?

    Well the sky opened up and a song came down
    Yes a song called rain and cold
    Worry and sorrow, gonna follow you around
    Until your bones are old
    Oh gonna cry 'till your bones are old
    Oh, 'cause all God's children cry
    Oh, cry till your bones are old

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    Composition: Rod Picott

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