For Your Love - Joe Ely

For your love I’d rope the moon

Put it in a blender

Mix up a concoction bound to make you surrender

I’d bite the brand off a buckin' brahma bull

I’d rob me a gin mill

Then I’d fill the ocean full

I’d take on the army

And the her majesty’s marines

Your love ain’t just the cover

It’s the whole magazine

For your love I’d stop a freight train

Single handed

I would straighten out the bends

In the Rio Grand

I’d climb up the tower at the TV station

Broadcast my affection to The United Nations

I’d take on the government

In Washington DC

Your love ain’t just the en-jine

It’s a rockin' machine

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For your love… I'd stop the hands of time

For your love… I'd dig a diamond mine

For your love… I'd do it all the time

For your love I’d walk a tight rope

Wrestle anacondas

Jump a motorcycle over

Half-a-dozen Hondas

Carve your initials on a forest of bamboo

Paint the Brooklyn Bridge, baby pink

With a broom

I’d take on the press

From Tokyo to Pravda

Your love ain’t just the hot sauce

It’s the whole enchilada

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