Chris LeDoux Follow

She lives for the thunder, he lives for the rain
She was born in Manhattan, he grew up near Spokane
He found her sittin' by the side of the road
Her long hair shining like that black Texas gold
They had nothing in common, 'cept the need to move on
So they headed for someway further along

Dust devils were spinning out across the fields
And that bridge was burning underneath their wheels
That old muddy river was just running wild for that
Western boy and that sweet yankee child
She was more of a woman than any girl he ever knew
He had no idea what his world was coming to

Love needs a fool, how 'bout you, how 'bout you
Love needs a fool, how about you girl

Old white picket fences by the side of the road
Hanging on broken hinges too weak to take the load
Just like that old farm boy when he wrapped her in his arms
He knew he'd never hold her long enough to tame that young girl's heart

But he loved her with a fever that went way across the line
By the time that sun was high
She was holding on through the tears she cried

Love needs a fool, how 'bout you, how 'bout you
Love needs a fool, how 'bout you babe
You gotta be fool enough to believe in love
If you want love to believe in you

Love needs a fool, how 'bout you, well how 'bout you
Love needs a fool, how 'bout you babe, how 'bout you