If This Ain’t Love
Words & Music by M.T. Bass
© 2007 Electron Alley Music
Lead Vocals: Mudcat
Backup Vocals: Ann-O, Swan
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Blasting out of Waco
South on Thirty-five
Shooting down to San Anton’
As fast as I can drive
Sirens slicin’ up the air
Choppers slap the sky
Texas Rangers in my mirror
Never wonder why
If this ain’t love
It’s damn near insane
Got nothing left to prove
Got no one else to blame
Canvas bags from Compass Bank
Packed up full of cash
I tipped my hat and smiled in thanks
But a Brinks Man blocked my path
Bullet casin’s rattled
Across the marble floor
He wore his blood upon his badge
As I bolted for the door
If this ain’t love
It’s damn near insane
Got nothing left to lose
And no one but myself to blame
I tried to make it right
I tried to make it true
But now you’ll learn about my flight
On the cable news
I never wanted fame
And fortunes never last
To see love bloomin’ on your face
Was all I ever asked
If this ain’t love
It’s damn near insane
Got nothing left to prove
Got no one else to blame
If this ain’t love
It’s damn near insane
Got nothing left to lose
And no one but myself to blame
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