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Lyricist: Alan Jackson
Lyrics:
I called my doctor on the telephone 'Help me doctor, there's something wrong I can't shake it, it's gone too far' He said, 'Tell me what your symptoms are'
I said 'My hands are sweaty and my knees are weak I can't eat and I can't sleep It's turning me every way but loose' He said, 'It sounds like love's got a hold on you No doubt, love's got a hold on you'
I told my buddies I was settling down No more of this running around They looked at me like I was a fool And said 'Come on tell us what's wrong with you'
I said 'My hands are sweaty and my knees are weak I can't eat and I can't sleep It's turning me every way but loose' He said, 'It sounds like love's got a hold on you No doubt, love's got a hold on you'
Well I tossed and turned until the morning light Holding my pillow hanging on for life There ain't nothing I can do They said, 'It sounds like love's got a hold on you Sounds like love's got a hold on you'
I said 'My hands are sweaty and my knees are weak I can't eat and I can't sleep It's turning me every way but loose' He said, 'It sounds like love's got a hold on you It sounds like love's got a hold on you It sounds like love's got a hold on you No doubt, love's got a hold on you' Hold on
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