Sing 'Cause I Love To - Rebecca Lynn Howard

Across the street from Mable’s store

Underneath my daddy’s carport

If you knew at least three chords

You could come and play all night long

Flattop, mandolin or anything with strings

Every single Saturday you could hear us sing

High and low, rough and sweet

And if you couldn’t play you brought something to eat

Folks would come from miles around

It gets in your blood and you can’t get it out

When it steals your heart there ain’t nothing you can do

There wasn’t no money

You just sing 'cause you loved to

Daddy would sing 'Ring of Fire'

Someone would play the 'Wildwood Flower'

Fiddles moaning in the wee small hours

And you couldn’t make the people go home

I’d sit in Momma’s lap and she’d rock me to sleep

To 'Amazing Grace' in three part harmony

I carry in my soul the music from my younger days

And I try to remember every time I hit the stage

High and low

Rough and sweet

If I wasn’t getting paid, I’d be doing it for free

Folks would come from miles around

It gets in your blood

And you can’t get it out

When it steals your heart

There ain’t nothing you can do

Lord, I don’t sing for the money

I sing 'cause I love to

Lord, I don’t sing for the money

I sing 'cause I love to