Two Kinds Of Love

Written by Sid Griffin

Sure they're closing up the factory

They're closing up the town

I've heard there's jobs in Corbin

We'd better look around

They're selling off my machinery

County takes my land

Once I could grow from field to field

Now it's dry like sand

At times it seems that all my plans

Slip on by through crippled hands

Hands now soft once rough with soil

Two kinds of love

Gets 'em up in the morning

Sees them off to school

Pulls together another meal

Feelin' like a fool

Waits on tables and after that

Home to cook again

Runs right off round the corner

Off to meet a friend

There's two kinds of love in this old world

One's a boy and his good girl

The other's the kind I'm aiming for

Two kinds of love

Gets 'em up in the morning

Sets 'em up in the morning (selling off my machinery) (two kinds of love)

Two kinds of love

Published by Huevos Rancheros/Bug Music Ltd