Big Old Bunch Of Your Love

Holes in the windows, holes in the screens
Holes in the patches of my old blue jeans
I ain’t got nothin’
No I ain’t got nothin’
I ain’t got nothin’ but a big old bunch of your love

Holes in the gutter, holes in the roof
Holes in my shoes if you you need more proof
I ain’t got nothin’
No I ain’t got nothin’
I ain’t got nothin’ but a big old bunch of your love

Empty ‘frigerator
Empty gas tank
Empty safe box down at the bank
My pew sits empty on Sunday morn
Be empty ‘til Gabriel blows his horn

Preacher says I got a hole in my soul
Seems like even my holes got holes
I ain’t got nothin’
No I ain’t got nothin’
I ain’t got nothin’ but a big old bunch of your love

Empty rooms
Empty halls
Empty frames hanging on empty walls
Whole lot of empty - I’m laying claim
To a spot in the holey hall of fame

Hole in my belly
And that ain’t all
Got a great big hole in my outhouse stall
I ain’t got nothin’
No I ain’t got nothin’
I ain’t got nothin’ but a big old bunch of your love

You might think I got a hole in my head
But I don’t need nothin’ when it’s done and said
No I don’t need nothin'
I don’t need nothin’
I don’t need nothin’ but a big old bunch of your love