Faith Hill - Love is a sweet thing

He was si^Ctting on a corner with a bo^Am7ttle of beer, And the s^Bbame shopping cart he'd been pu^Gshing for years, A big sm^Cile on his face, Like the f^Am7irst day of spring, All the pe^Bbople looked the other way, but they h^Geard him sing, and he sang,

^CLo

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--^Am7ve, love is a s^Em7weet thing^G, He sang love, ^CLo

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--^Am7ve is a s^Em7weet thing^G,

She s^Chot out of Texas, Like a bu^Am7llet from a gun, With a ^Bbvan full of hippies and a b^Gand on the run, She didn't w^Cant to be famous, She just w^Am7anted to play, In old d^Bbive bars and pool halls she g^Got up on stage,

^CLo

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--^Am7ve, love is a s^Em7weet thing^G, She sang love, ^CLo

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--^Am7ve is a s^Em7weet, sweet t^Ghing,

It's eve^Frywhere you look, If you l^Fmook hard enough, Its re^Cally not hard to see, Yeah, once you p^Fut your arms around it, You can n^Fmever get too much, ^GLove is a sweet, sweet t^G7hing,

It's in the sm^File of a stranger, In the e^Fmyes of a child, On the c^Corner of a crowded street, Its eve^Frywhere around us, Its al^Fmways growing wild, ^GLove is a sweet, sweet th^G7ing,

^CLo

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--^Am7ve, love is a s^Em7weet thing^G, I sang love, love, love, ^CLo

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--^Am7ve is a s^Em7weet, sweet t^Ghing,

I sang, l^Cove, love, l^Am7ove, Love is a s^Em7weet, sweet th^Ging ^CLo

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--^Am7ve, love is a s^Em7weet thing^G, I sang love, ^CLo

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--^Am7ve is a s^Em7weet, sweet t^Ghing