The Long Ryders - Two Kinds of Love Lyrics

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
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
Two kinds of love

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