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All We Had Was Love
Our lives as a young married couple.
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Take charge
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» highest in charts: # 533 (46,845 songs currently listed in Country)
» highest in sub-genre: # 158 (14,198 songs currently listed in Country > Country General)
» highest in sub-genre: # 158 (14,198 songs currently listed in Country > Country General)
About the song
Basically this is the story of when we were first married.
Lyrics
All We Had Was Love
I was still in college
She was just eighteen
I swept the floors at the Ford garage
She worked at Dairy Queen
At night I did my homework
While she worked a second job
And I spent a lot of weekends
Haulin’ hay on Grampa’s farm
chorus:
Times were tough, but our hearts were glad
Back when love was all we had
We found out the hard way
That love is all, you really need
Never had a dime to spare
And what we had we had to share
But we always had enough...
When all... we... had... was love
Sittin’ on the kitchen floor
Bangin’ on pots and pans
Our two little kids with wooden spoons
Singin’ to beat the band
Their mother makin’ supper
Tryin’ hard to sing along
That’s one picture in my mind
That’ll be there from now on
(repeat chorus)
bridge:
Now my daughter’s getting married
And I think it’s kinda sad
Startin’ out with so much
They’ll miss all the fun we had... when
(repeat chorus)
We’ve always had enough
Even when all... we... had... was love
Copyright Sonny B. Bell (ASCAP)
I was still in college
She was just eighteen
I swept the floors at the Ford garage
She worked at Dairy Queen
At night I did my homework
While she worked a second job
And I spent a lot of weekends
Haulin’ hay on Grampa’s farm
chorus:
Times were tough, but our hearts were glad
Back when love was all we had
We found out the hard way
That love is all, you really need
Never had a dime to spare
And what we had we had to share
But we always had enough...
When all... we... had... was love
Sittin’ on the kitchen floor
Bangin’ on pots and pans
Our two little kids with wooden spoons
Singin’ to beat the band
Their mother makin’ supper
Tryin’ hard to sing along
That’s one picture in my mind
That’ll be there from now on
(repeat chorus)
bridge:
Now my daughter’s getting married
And I think it’s kinda sad
Startin’ out with so much
They’ll miss all the fun we had... when
(repeat chorus)
We’ve always had enough
Even when all... we... had... was love
Copyright Sonny B. Bell (ASCAP)
