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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Hiatt
John Hiatt
Vocals
Pat Donaldson
Pat Donaldson
Bass
Ethan Johns
Ethan Johns
Drums
Michael Henderson
Michael Henderson
Electric Guitar
Ashley Cleveland
Ashley Cleveland
Background Vocals
Russ Taff
Russ Taff
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Hiatt
John Hiatt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Glyn Johns
Glyn Johns
Producer
Jack Joseph Puig
Jack Joseph Puig
Mixing Engineer
Joe Schiff
Joe Schiff
Assistant Engineer
Doug Sax
Doug Sax
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Well now I never went to college, babe
I did not have the luck
Stole out of Indiana
On the back of a pickup truck
No education higher
Than the streets of my hometown
I went looking for a fire just to burn it all down
You got a real fine love
You got a real fine love
One I am unworthy of
You got a real fine love, girl
Thought I had a line of something
Baby no one else could say
They couldn't find it their hearts to just get out my way
And out of nowhere, and for nothing
You came into my life
I've seen an angel or two before
But I never asked one to be my wife
You got a real fine love
You got a real fine love
One I am unworthy of
You got a real fine love, girl
You can sprinkle all your teardrops
Across the evening sky
But you cannot hide that twinkle
Starlight in your eye
I left my map way back their baby
I don't know where we are
But I'm gunna pull my pony up
Hitch my wagon to your star
You got a real fine love
You got a real fine love
One I am unworthy of
You got a real fine love, girl
Well now the babies are sleeping
And the twilight's giving in
She looks like you
He looks like her
And we all look like him
Well maybe it's just a little thing
The way I feel tonight
A little joy, a little love, and a whole lot of light
You got a real fine love
You got a real fine love
One I am unworthy of
You got a real fine love, girl
Written by: John Hiatt
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