Lyrics:
Larry Gatlin The Gatlin Brothers

All the gold in California is in a bank in the middle of Beverly Hills In somebody else's name, so if you're dreaming about California It don't matter

Love is just a game that everybody plays And when the game is over not everybody pays Some play the game to lose, some play the game to win The winners

What will we do now? You tell me The hourglass is all out of sand How could love slip through our fingers And leave nothin' but time on our hands? And

She used to sing on Sunday (Oh Victory And Jesus) In her robe of spotless white Mama smiling on the third row 'Cause she knew her baby?d sing it right