Karaoké Sing 'Cause I Love To Rebecca Lynn Howard

Across the street from Mabel's store

Underneath my daddy's carport

If you knew at least three chords

You could come and play all night long

Flat top mandolin or anything with strings

Every single Saturday you could hear us sing

High and low rough and sweet if you couldn't play you brought something to eat

Folks would come from miles around

It gets in your blood and you can't get it out

When it steals your heart there ain't nothing you can do

There wasn't no money you just

Sing 'cos you love to

Daddy would sing

Ring of fire

Someone would play the Wildwood flower

Fiddles moan in the wee small hours

And you couldn't make the people go home

I'd sit in mama's lap and she'd rock me to sleep

To Amazing Grace in three part harmony

High and low rough and sweet

And if you couldn't play you brought something to eat

Folks would come from miles around

It gets in your blood and you can't get it out

When it steals your heart there ain't nothing you can do

There wasn't no money you just

Sing 'cos you love to

Well I carry in my soul the music from my younger days

And try to remember every time

I hit the stage

High and low rough and sweet

If I wasn't getting paid

I'd be doing it for free

Folks would come from miles around

It got in my blood and

I can't get it out

When it stirs your heart there ain't nothing you can do

Lord I don't sing for the money

I sing 'cos I love to

Lord I don't sing for the money

I sing 'cos I love to yeah yeah

Oh lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah

Oh lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah

Oh lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah

Lord I don't sing for the money