They say (Bb5)love

is more (Eb)pre cious than (Bb5)gold.

It can’t be (Bb5)bought

and it can’t be (Eb)sold.

I got (Bb)love

e (Eb)nough to spare.

That makes me

a mil lion aire.

I got a wom an with eyes that (Bb)shine

(F)down (Eb)deep

as a dia mond (Bb)mine.

She’s my treas ure, so ver y rare.

(F)She made (Eb)me

a mil lion aire.

When we ride a round, ride a round this old where, (Bb)town

in my (F)beat up (Eb)car

with the win dows (Bb5)down,

peo ple look at her emp ty and and they my look at is (Bb)me

and (F)say, “That (Eb)boy is sure liv in’ like in a lux u ry,

sweet (F5)lux u ry.” Be cause (Bb)love

is more (Eb)pre cious than (Bb)gold.

It (Eb)can’t be (Bb)bought, no, nev er could be (Eb)sold.

I got (Bb)love

e (Eb)nough to share.

That makes me

a mil lion aire.