Give You Up - Ron Pope

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And I ain't ever gonna give you up
No I ain't ever gonna give you up
Well I ain't seen my baby, since I don't know when
Got everything around me going crazy, don't know when I'll be back again
And every night I think about waking up next to her in my dreams
But I don't wanna dream anymore
No I don't wanna dream anymore
And I ain't ever gonna give you up
No matter where I'm at I'm with you, baby
No I ain't ever gonna give you up
And I can wait how ever long it takes me
One day we can be something
And I know I'm gonna wait for you
'Til I don't gotta dream anymore
'Til I don't gotta dream anymore
I know what they've been saying about me, but honey I don't mind (I don't mind)
'Cause they all wanna see you be without me, we got something they can't find (They can't find)
And even though I'm always gonna, ain't gonna do the thing I used to do

But I don't wanna dream anymore
No I don't wanna dream anymore
And I ain't ever gonna give you up
No matter where I'm at I'm with you, baby
No I ain't ever gonna give you up
And I can wait how ever long it takes me
One day we can be something
And I know I'm gonna wait for you
'Til I don't gotta dream anymore
'Til I don't gotta dream anymore
No I don't really wanna dream anymore, baby
'Cause when I got you there for real it's amazing
And there ain't anybody who could pick you up like I do (like I do)
No I don't really wanna dream anymore, baby
'Cause when I got you there for real it's amazing
And there ain't anybody who could pick you up like I do (like I do)
And I ain't ever gonna give you up
No I ain't ever gonna give you up
And I ain't ever gonna give you up
No matter where I'm at I'm with you, baby
No I ain't ever gonna give you up
And I can wait how ever long it takes me
One day we can be something
And I know I'm gonna wait for you
'Til I don't gotta dream anymore
'Til I don't gotta dream anymore(Baby, baby)
And I ain't ever gonna give you up(Baby, baby)
No matter where I'm at I'm with you, baby(Baby, baby)
No I ain't ever gonna give you up(Baby, baby)
And I can wait how ever long it takes me(Baby, baby)
One day we can be something(Baby, baby)
And I know I'm gonna wait for you(Baby, baby)
'Til I don't gotta dream anymore(Baby, baby)
'Til I don't gotta dream anymore(Baby, baby)
(Baby, baby)
(Baby, baby)
(Baby, baby)
(Baby, baby)
(Baby, baby)
(Baby, baby)
(Baby, baby)

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Ron Pope

Where should I start…these stories, my music, it comes from all the places I’ve been, the people I’ve been blessed to play music along side, the way it feels to play my guitar until it bleeds or to bang on that old piano in my living room until my shoulders ache and my fingers won’t move anymore. From Georgia to New York, New York to the road; Charleston and Memphis, Vermont to Chicago. Turned 21, then 22…released my first record with The District…Maine and Boston and who knows where else…made love in the grass and meant it…walked down Wilshire, blinking in the Los Angeles sun… got lost in Delaware scrambling to get home to my family after too much time…swam in the ocean with the boys, thanking God for purple and orange Florida sunrises. Soaked up New Orleans…tried to become Levon Helm; realized I wasn’t much of a drummer……turned 23. Wrote A Drop In The Ocean with Zach Berkman and then put it away for six months because I didn’t get it…fell in love…drank whiskey from the bottle and howled at the moon…released Last Call…played the blues back-to-back with Buz in Charlotte and just about everywhere else along that godforsaken highway…the van broke down…we fixed it…the van broke down again. Got lost heading to South Carolina and ended up in Alabama…fell out of love and hit my head on the way towards the bottom…turned 24…made a Christmas album, because, damn it, I like Christmas albums. Played big rooms…played small rooms …listened to Van Morrison and cried…listened to trains scream somewhere off in the distance on ink-black sleepless nights… I traced the outline of a woman’s face on a piece of paper; someone I loved and didn’t want to forget once we’d put the whole thing to bed. The picture didn’t turn out the way I’d hoped, so I took my ink-stained fingers and spelled her name out in big, smeared letters on my arm. I guess that’s all I’ve ever really had…my words. This music is the story of where I’ve been, who I am, and where I’m going…these songs are my life.

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