Lyrics Sittin' here Talking With You - Mac Powell

Some times life gets in way
A living life
Places to go and builds to pay
But honey not tonight

If the phone don't rain
And the world don't call
Honey that don't bother me at all
And I'll tell the truth
There is nothing I'd really do
And it hold your hand
And the front push wind
When the moon is bow down
And the crickets sing
Is my favorite thing
Sitting here talking with you

I would mind hearn everything
It's on your mind
Night like this is hard to find
We're all we got is time

If the phone don't rain
And the world don't call
Honey that don't bother me at all
And I'll tell the truth
There is nothing I'd really do
And it hold your hand
And the front push wind
When the moon is bow down
And the crickets sing
Is my favorite thing
Sitting here talking with you

When the year has flown gone by
We're olden grade
The kids are grown and moved away
Right here is were I want to stay

If the phone don't rain
And the world don't call
Honey that don't bother me at all
And I'll tell the truth
There is nothing I'd really do
And it hold your hand
And the front push wind
When the moon is bow down
And the crickets sing
Is my favorite thing
Sitting here talking with you
Yes, is my favorite thing
Sitting here talking with you