Dear Peggy,
Well, here's another card from another city on the road. Now I gotta tell you, I just can't wait to get back home to see you and the kids. This is just a note to let you know there isn't a thing I wouldn't do for your love.
Love,
Chris


For your love I'd rope the moon and put it in a blender
Mix up a concoction bound to make you surrender
I'd bite the brand off a bucking Brahma Bull
I'd rob me a gin mill, I'd fill the ocean full
I'd take on the army and her majesty's marines
Your love ain't just the cover, it's the whole magazine

For your love I'd stop a freight train, single handed
Straighten out the bends in the Rio Grande
I'd climb the tower at the TV station
Broadcast my affection to the United Nations
I'd take on the government in Washington DC
Your love ain't just the engine it's a rocking machine

For your love I'd stop the hands of time 
For your love I'd dig a diamond mine
For your love I'd do it all the time
Yes, I would

For your love I'd walk a tight rope, wrestle anacondas
Jump a motorcycle over half-a-dozen Hondas
Carve your initials on a forest of bamboo
Paint the Brooklyn Bridge, baby, pink with a broom
I'd take on the press from Tokyo to Praha
Your love ain't just the hot sauce, it's the whole enchilada

For your love I'd stop the hands of time 
For your love I'd dig a diamond mine
For your love I'd do it all the time