Well, I asked her while she cried, what she was doin' with her life
She said, "I could marry a sailor; I think that I'd make a good wife
But he would leave for months at sea, leaving only the baby and me
And I do not think that I could stay faithful
And I could leave this town for good, bringing only some photos and a book
But I'm pretty sure my legs would grow weary"
And then she asked how 'bout me?
I said, "Well, darlin' let me see
I hear wedding bells and see kisses from lovers
Those lovers are so in sync; they appear to be you and me
But I could be wrong 'cause my mind is awful lazy
Now I'm seein something else and it's me all by myself
And I appear to be older and I'm awful lonely"
And as I cry I ask God, 'Why? How could you let my poor wife die?'
And I told her not cry; to wipe her eyes
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Well, if love is all you had
Well, then, baby, that's not bad
And if love is all you got
Then, that's a hell of a lot
Well, if love is all you had
Well, then, baby, that's not bad
And if love is all you got
Then, that's a hell of a lot
If love is all you had
Well, then, baby, that's not bad
And if love is all you got
That's a hell of a lot
If love is all you had
Well, then, baby, that's not bad
And if love is all you got
That's a hell of a lot
If love is all you had
Well, then, baby, that's not bad
And if love is all you got
Then, that's a hell of a lot
Hell of a lot