P.o.w. Lyrics - Singles - Joal Kamps

Down by the dugout is when I first laid my eyes on you 

Your smile was innocent your lips tasted like honey dew 

And I won't forget you, no matter what these years might do 

I still smell you in the falling rains of June 

They may try all they want 

But I ain't ever giving up 

The sweet memory of our love 

They may try all they want 

But I ain't ever giving up our love 

Well, that call came in late one Sunday afternoon 

It was family dinner; we didn't expect to hear so soon 

He said, "pack your bags boy, you gotta catch the midnight train" 

When I come back home I'll never know 

They may try all they want 

But I ain't ever giving up 

The sweet memory of our love 

They may try all they want 

But I ain't ever giving up our love 

I've seen a child die in his father's arms 

In the middle of these city streets 

And I wish all these people were disarmed 

So we could go home to our families 

It's a shot in the dark; a heart that's holding on; it's an undying love 

'Cause maybe I'll see you again 

They may try all they want 

But I ain't ever giving up 

The sweet memory of our love 

They may try all they want 

But I ain't ever giving up 

Our love