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Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Paul Davis
Singer/songwriter Paul Davis died on Tuesday at age 60.
Davis was the composer and singer of nice soft songs that caused you to tap your feet and celebrate your life. You can do worse work than that.
While his biggest hit was I Go Crazy, my favorite song of his is Sweet Life, the lyrics to which say,
She's got your eyes
She's got my nose
Oh, and I get high just watching her grow
We always dreamed we'd live in a castle, oh but
We're in the same old shack
Sometimes we get into a hassle
But we always take each other back
Oh, you know
This whole world seem to be in a hurry
But darlin' we'll just keep on taking our time
'Cause we're living such a sweet life, oh what a neat life
Sharing my love with you
Oh, we're living such a sweet life, oh what a neat life
making our dreams come true
we're makin our dreams come true
You are my love
You are my life
Oh, and I get high just holding you tight
we always dreamed we'd make a lot of money, oh but
I don't mind being poor
'Cause when you make love to me, honey
I couldn't ask for anymore
Oh, you know, all our friends seem to be in a hurry
But darlin' we'll just keep on taking our time
We're living such a sweet life, oh what a neat life
Sharing my love with you
We're living such a sweet life, oh what a neat life
Making our dreams come true
We're making our dreams come true
Oh, oh
We're living such a sweet life, oh what a neat life
Sharing my love with you
We're living such a sweet life, oh what a neat life
Making our dreams come true
We're making our dreams come true.
Yeah, it's schmaltzy, but it speaks to me.
Thanks, Paul.
I stumbled onto your blog googling songs composed by Paul Davis. I'm from Meridian, MS, but grew up in Augusta in the 70s, while my dad pastored an SBC church that at the time was on Olive Road. Couldn't resist saying hello!
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