Song Description
The singer is telling her boyfriend she wants a commitment - "I don't want the house, I don't want the truck, or the little black book that you're keeping locked up. I don't want the guitar that you won't let no-one hold - all I want from you is just a little band of gold"
| Song Length |
2:45 |
Genre |
Country - Contemporary, Country - General |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Engaging, In High Spirits |
Subject |
General, Marriage |
| Similar Artists |
Carrie Underwood, Lucinda Williams |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Band Of Gold
Music & Lyrics: Russell Alexander
Here we go again, it's getting on ten
The movie started quarter after nine
Papa thinks you're lazy, and mama thinks I'm crazy
'Cause all I ever talk about is making you mine
I love the way you love me, the way you kiss and hug me
And how we like to snuggle in the cold
You promise me Eden, but that's not what I'm needin'
All I want from you is just a little band of gold
I don't want the house
I don't want the truck
Or the little black book that you're keeping locked up
I don't want the guitar that you won't let no-one hold
All I want from you is just a little band of gold
Nothing needs to change, you still can see the game
I'll even help you buy a season pass
Sunday afternoons, just keep on what you're doin'
All I want to know is that this love is gonna last
Go drinking with the guys and tell each other lies
Of all the things you've done in days of old
I just want to see you coming home to me
And you just got to prove it with a little band of gold
I don't want the house
I don't want the truck
Or the little black book that you're keeping locked up
I don't want the guitar that you won't let no-one hold
All I want from you is just a little band of gold
I ain't bad lookin', you're crazy 'bout my cookin'
You tell me that you're full of love for me
The weeks are going faster, you'd better find a pastor
'Cause honey, all this milk ain't free
I don't want the house
I don't want the truck
Or the little black book that you're keeping locked up
I don't want the guitar that you won't let no-one hold
All I want from you is just a little band of gold
These wide open spaces are gettin' pretty old
Time to fence 'em in with just a little band of gold
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