Rusty Young)



Here comes that girl again, sweet as the Southern wind

Dressed in her very best, old lace and calico and



Chorus:

It looks like love's got a hold on me

It looks like love, ooh, got a hold on me



Ribbons of sunlight fall all through her golden hair

Like some uncommon child, I have to stop and stare



(chorus repeats 2x)



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