Like someone drowning I reach for a straw. Grasping for love where there's no love at all. Slowly I'm sinking as time drags by and sometimes an old memory gets in my eye.
If the angels have sweethearts then I want you for mine. I'd be a tramp and sleep in the street or I'd be a beggar with rags on my feet. If I knew for sure when the time comes to part.
I met her out in Oklahoma down where the old Red River flows. I vowed my love to her forever she was my sweet sweet Rosie Jones. We walked alone down by the river just as the sun was sinking low.
Song and dance song and dance you're gettin' tired of your new romance. You're back now beggin' for another chance singin' that same old song and dance.
Gonna get me up in the morning the same place that I lay down. And sit there and watch the sun come up on San Francisco town. And I mosey down to the corner of Gaide and Ashberry street.
SWEETHEARTS IN HEAVEN. Writer Buck Owens. Copyright 1961. . Will there be sweethearts in heaven after we've crossed the line. If the angels have sweethearts then I want you for me.