Transcribed from Andy Kirk and His Twelve Clouds
of Joy, vocal by Ben Thigpen, recorded March 11, 1936.
From Andy
Kirk and His Twelve Clouds of Joy, 1936-1937, Chronological Classics vol.
573.
I would work for you, slave for
you,
Work my body to a grave for you;
If that ain't love, it's got to
do,
Until the real thing comes along.
I would moan for you, groan for
you,
Work my fingers to the bones for
you,
If that ain't love, it's got to
do,
Until the real thing comes along.
Maybe someday, I'll go far away,
I should leave, you know I won't
stay;
I need you now more than ever,
somehow,
If you should leave, you know we'd
both grieve.
I would rob, steal, beg, borrow,
and I'd lie for you,
Lay my body down and die for you,
If that ain't love, it's got to
do,
Until the real thing comes along.
Maybe someday, I'll go far away,
I should leave, you know I won't
stay,
I need you now more than ever,
somehow,
If you should leave, you know we'd
both grieve.
I would rob, steal, beg, borrow,
and I'd lie for you,
Lay my body down and die for you,
If that ain't love, it's got to
do,
Until the real thing comes along.
Transcribed from Andy Kirk and His Twelve Clouds
of Joy, vocal by Pha Terrell, recorded April, 1936.
From Andy
Kirk and His Twelve Clouds of Joy, 1936-1937, Chronological Classics vol.
573.
I would work for you, I'd slave
for you,
I'd be a beggar or a knave for
you;
If that ain't love, it will have
to do,
Until the real thing comes along.
I'd gladly move the Earth for you,
To prove my love, dear, and its
worth for you,
If that ain't love, it'll have
to do,
Until the real thing comes along.
With all the words, dear, at my
command,
I just can't make you understand,
I'll always love you, darling,
come what may,
My heart is yours, what more can
I say?
I'd beg for you, I'd lie for you,
I'd draw the stars down from the
sky for you,
If that ain't love, it'll have
to do,
Until the real thing comes along.
With all the words, dear, at my
command,
I just can't make you understand,
I'll always love you, darling,
come what may,
My heart is yours, what more can
I say?
I would rob, steal, beg, borrow,
and I'd lie for you,
I'd draw the stars down from the
sky for you,
If that ain't love, it'll have
to do,
Until the real thing comes along.
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