I ain't picked up my guitar in 15 days

Some music man doesn't give a damn

What I have to say

But he's stealing tears and playing games

That I don't play

I'm not gonna let that son-of-a-bitch take my love away

You can't take my love away...

So roll me over, over, over

While you turn your head

Hold me under, under

While I take in my last

It gets colder, colder, colder

While you try to save yourself

God's gonna blow your clouds away

And give me sunny day.

It's on the telephone, the tv and on the radio

Any day now the final whistle is bound to blow

But this ain't the way we have to say we had to go

There's still a chance that hand-in-hand and shore-to-shore

They can't take our love away...