Just To Be With You by Paul Butterfield Blues Band
On a ship that's made of paper,
Oh yeah, I will sail the seven seas.
Fired a shot baby, with a toothpick,
Crawled home to you on my knees.
There ain't nothin' baby I wouldn't do, sugar,
Oh yeah baby, just to bring you home with me.
I would rise up with the devil,
Oh yeah, I would breathe smoke and fire.
Or say were I on a tightrope,
Walk a canyon on a wire.
Just to kiss your sweet lips, honey,
Oh yeah baby you know you're my desire.
If a shot fired out from my leg,
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