It must have been the summer of 1967, the Beatles were singing love is all you need. I held her hand as we walked through the arcades.
Robert Earl KeenI passed out in our front yard. But honey, don't turn out the light, cause I think I'm in the mood for love tonight.
Robert Earl KeenI am guilty of a dreadful selfish crime. I have robbed myself of all my precious time
Robert Earl Keen