I Can't Give You Anthing But Love - Chris Barber

Gee, but it’s tough to be broke, kid

It’s not a joke, kid, it’s a curse

My luck is changing, it’s gotten from

Simply rotten to something worse

Who knows, some day I will win too

I’ll begin to reach my prime

Now though I see what our end is

All I can spend is just my time

I can’t give you anything but love, baby

That’s the only thing I’ve plenty of, baby

Dream awhile, scheme awhile

We’re sure to find

Happiness and I guess

All those things you’ve always pined for

Gee I’d like to see you looking swell, baby

Diamond bracelets Woolworth doesn’t sell, baby

Till that lucky day you know darned well, baby

I can’t give you anything but love

Rome wasn’t built in a day, kid

You have to pay, kid, for what you get

But I am willing to wait, dear

Your little mate, dear, will not forget

You have a lifetime before you

I’ll adore you, come what may

Please don’t be blue for the present

When it’s so pleasant to hear you say

I can’t give you anything but love, baby

That’s the only thing I’ve plenty of, baby

Dream awhile, scheme awhile

We’re sure to find

Happiness and I guess

All those things you’ve always pined for

Gee I’d like to see you looking swell, baby

Diamond bracelets Woolworth doesn’t sell, baby

Till that lucky day you know darned well, baby

I can’t give you anything but love