Little More Time

He met her on the road

With a heavy, heavy load

She said "Oh my lord, you're beautiful"

Now it's hard to do the pushin'

When you're a needle, and she's a cushion

You know, there ain't gonna be too much mushin' that way.

He said, she's just one more sheep

In a whole big white heap

All they are is cotton for him to sleep on.

Why do we have to die?

Give me just more time,

I'm gonna make it all right.

All he had left in him was his pain

She was a sweet field of sugar cane

He was a walking hurricane

Use your imagination.

He scratches his nails in the dirt

Still he couldn't undo all the hurt

It clang like sweat, onto his shirt

You know how it does.

You can't teach a new dog old tricks

You can break but you cannot fix

You cannot, cause it, it really sticks to you.

Why do we have to die?

Give me just more time,

I'm gonna make it all right.

(We're gonna take it up one notch)

Little more time, a little more time

Little more time, a little more time

Little more time, a little more time

A Little more time, a little more time

All I need is time to get home to you (X4)

Time

To get home to you (X4)