written by John R. Cash
3/4/06
I’d
rather go to a
rod
eo then
shoppin’ on
Rodeo
Drive
I’d rather lay on the
grass with
you and watch the
planes than to have to
fly
I’d
rather have you than Ringling and Barnum & Baily Circus with all three rings
And the
high trapeez and the lady on the horse and the train that carries them thru
Stacked up against all the gold in Africa,
I’d rather have
you
I’d rather share a hot
dog with
you than dinner with the
Presi
dent
Offer me a castle on a
mountain
top, I’ll take
you in a
tent
I’d rather be alone with you than to have my very own satellite
To
talk and sing and say everything to everybody, do whatever I wanna do
And to
be number one on Who Is Who,
I’d rather have
you
CHORUS:
I don’t crave applause and praise or
holidays with my way paid
I don’t want to incorporate nor to
be top rate nor a head of state
I don’t want to play the digery-do nor the
sitar or the kazoo
Just the two of us
alone will
do,
I’d rather have
you
SOLO
I’d
rather have tickets to the
movies with
you than the one that wins the
lott
ery
Rather walk on the
beach with
you than to own all the
ships at
sea
I’d
rather have you than the QE2 and the Eiffel Tower, the Royal Jewels
And the Brooklyn Bridge, and the toll pay to go thru
And
throw in a Texas well or two,
I’d rather have
you
CHORUS
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