LOVER’S ROCK
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WRITER DAVE BURGESS
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Now there's a little place that I know about
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I go there with my baby everytime I take her out
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We park by the rock and watch the lights down below
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And I tell her things that she ought to know
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They call it Lover's rock, they call it Lover's rock
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Well, everybody's rockin' and there's very little talkin'
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Just a-huggin' and a-kissin' goin' on
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I just can't wait for Saturday night
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We'll park by the rock in the pale moonlight
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I'll grab my baby and steal a kiss and then
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I know she'll be stealin' it right back again
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They call it Lover's rock, they call it Lover's rock
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Well, everybody's rockin' and there's very little talkin'
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Just a-huggin' and a-kissin' goin' on
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Well, everybody's got a little place they call their own
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Where they can always go when they wanna be alone
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Lover's rock is the best around
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It's a short way up but it's a long way down
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They call it Lover's rock, they call it Lover's rock
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Well, everybody's rockin' and there's very little talkin'
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Just a-huggin' and a-kissin' goin' on
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Huggin' and a-kissin' goin' on
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Huggin' and a-kissin' goin' on
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Lover's Rock
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| Johnny Horton |
