Except  You  ©
Words and Music by:  
Claude  J.  Hande



I live in a mobile home
From nineteen eighty-six
I drive a beat up car
That’s always getting fixed

They say everything I have 
Is just a bunch of junk
That nothing is worth anything
And won’t last a couple months

Chorus:
Except you
Your everything that means so much to me
Your smile, your laugh, and your gentle touch
Can’t be bought with no money
There isn’t anything that I can hold onto
That won’t rot, rust, or fall apart  in this life
Except you

t doesn’t really matter much 
It’s all about the same
Plastic, wood, and metal parts
Can’t stand a bit of rain

They say when you’re buying things
To get the finest sold
Cause give it just a little time
And the love of them grows cold

Chorus:


There isn’t anything that I can hold onto
That won’t rot, rust, or fall apart  in this life
Except you