(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
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How long has it been
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Since you got up on the early side a' mornin'?
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And saw the sun a-risin'
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Bright an' shiny on the eastern side a' day?
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And long will it be
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'Til you listen to the sound of evenin' thunder?
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And go runnin' through the raindrops
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And stop to smell the flowers on the way
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How long has it been
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Since you heard the leaves a-rustlin' in November?
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And felt the autumn wind
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Blowin' soft across a sky of sil'vry gray?
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And how long will it be
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'Til you walk along the riverside together?
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And take the time to skip a stone
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And stop to watch the ripples fade away
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But we're so busy tryin' to make it
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Workin' mornin', noon and night
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That we never see the sunlight
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And anytime we started lookin'
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For the little things in life that make it livin'
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How long has it been
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Since you held your woman in your arms and kissed her?
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And told her that you'd love her
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'Til the day that heaven takes you both away?
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And how long will it be
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'Til you wake up late at night and turn to whisper,
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"Hon, I promise you tomorrow ain't a-gonna be just another day."
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But we're so busy tryin' to make it
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Workin' mornin', noon and night
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That we never feel the lovelight
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And anytime we started hearin'
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All them quiet words that come from up above
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We're so busy tryin' to fight it
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Drivin' hard to beat the stoplight
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That we never see the starlight
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And anytime we started lookin'
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For the little things in life that make it love
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Yeah, the little things in life that make it livin'
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Are the little things in life that make it love
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The Little Things In Life
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C.W. McCall |