[ Featuring
Buck Owens, His Buckaroos ]
Well, if you got a Cadillac, boy,
And a forty room shack, boy.
A bucket full of money,
And a tree full of honey.
But if you gettin' no huggin',
No smoochin', or a muggin'.
Well, if you ain't lovin',
Then you ain't livin'.
Well, if you're ridin' on the gravy train,
Instead of walkin' down lovers lane.
You can't make hay, boy;
You're goin' the wrong way, boy.
You gotta get a little honey,
For it's better than money.
Well, if you ain't lovin',
Then you ain't livin'.
Well, if they call you a big, big man,
'Cause you got a lot of bottom land.
If you're kin to the president,
And if you help run the government.
But if you get no attention,
You better off on a pension.
For if you ain't lovin',
Then you ain't livin'.
Well, if you got a string of long, long cars,
And you're smokin' them four-bit cigars.
Well, you ain't so well to do,
Unless you get a little coochy-coo.
It takes a little of smackin',
Or your life is a lackin'.
Well, if you ain't lovin',
Then you ain't livin'...
