I CALL THAT TRUE LOVE
(Shel Silverstein)


Dr. Hook - 1971



Every mornin' I want you wake up early 
Cook me a great big T-bone steak
Serve it to me in bed, go out on the street and hustle
Bring me back all the money you make

I want you rub my body with sweet scented oil
Cool me with a 'lectric fan
Run to the church, fall down on your knees 
Say, "Lord, I wanna thank you for that man"

And I call that true love, true and sweet
That ain't the kind o' love I'm gettin' 
But baby that's the kinda love I need

I wanna come home every evenin' to a great big meal 
Of wine and roasted pheasant
I want you say to me, "Ray, hey this is Suzy, this is Kay
I brought 'em both home to you for a present"

When the man downs the door and finds my stash 
Want you tell 'em it belong to you
And when you're sittin' in slam, tell all the other chickies
When they get out they should look me up too

I call that true love, true and sweet
That ain't the kind o' love I'm gettin' 
But baby that's the kinda love I need

Some guy accuses me of foolin' with his wife 
Threatens to take me apart
Points a gun at me, I want you jump in the middle
Take the bullet in your own heart

And as you're lyin' on the floor and dyin' 
I want you to look up at me and say
"Hey, Ray, I'm sorry I messed up your rug 
Just roll my body out o' the way"

And I call that true love, true and sweet
That ain't the kind o' love I'm gettin' 
But baby that's the kinda love I need

Hollywood calls you on the telephone
I want you to turn down the part
And when we're a-ballin' baby, ride on top
So I never ever strain my heart

And I call that true love, true and sweet
Now. that ain't the kind o' love I'm gettin' 
That ain't the .................. FADE



(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - March 2017)