Discography

Musicians:
Bass Guitar:
Richard “Spady” Brannan
Acoustic Guitar: Wayne Kirkpatrick
Electric Guitar: Jerry McPherson, Gordon Kennedy
Keys / Piano: Blair Masters
Drums: Chris McHugh

Leavin' It Up To You

Leaving it up to the
preacher Sunday mornin’
To tell me about the truth
that sets me free
Leaving it up to the
teachers in the schoolhouse
For reading, writing, math, and history.
But when it comes to a
love that’s true,
Babe you know, I leave it up to you.

Leaving it up to the
lawyers in the courtroom
To fight for justice and equality
Leaving it up to the
doctors and the nurses
To find a cure for
what’s been ailing me.
But when it comes to a
love that’s true,
Babe you know, I leave it up to you.

I leave it up to you.

Oh, leaving it up to you,
leaving it up to you
Oh, leaving it up to you,
leaving it up to you
Oh, leaving it up to you,
leaving it up to you
Oh, leaving it up to you,
leaving it up to you
Leave it up, leave it up, leave it up,
leave it up, leaving it up to you.

Leaving it up to the brokers
up on Wall Street
To buy and sell the
future I can’t see.
Leaving it up to the
taxman up in D.C.
To take a lot of what belongs to me.
But when it comes
to a love that’s true
Babe you know
I leave it up to you
Uh huh, leave it up, leave it all up

Oh, leave it up
Come on now baby,
come on now baby
Leave it all up to you, leave it up
Leaving it up to the
firemen and the police
To try to keep it cool
and keep the peace
Leaving it up to the undertaker
In case I suddenly become deceased
But when it comes to a
love that’s true
Baby you know I leave it up to you.

I don’t need the taxman,
I don’t need the cops,
All I need baby is you

This song can be found on the following albums:

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