Card Carryin’ Fool Songtext
von Randy Travis

It takes all kinds
To keep this world in place
It′s a fragile balance
That let's us swing through space
So everybody′s
Got their job to do
And girl I guess
The job I've got
Is cryin' over you

And I should get a gold watch
For all the years I gave
And I should get some interest now
For all the dues I′ve paid
I don′t know why I love you,
It's just the job I do
I′m your registered, certified
Card carryin' fool


If I was in the army
There′d be medals that I'd get
If I was in the circus,
At least I"d have a net
If I was an electrician,
I might could find a spark
And if I could be a surgeon, Girl,
I might could find your heart

But I keep bending over backwards
Just to be your limbo man
while you drop that stick another notch
Every chance you can
I don′t know why I love you,
It's just the job I do
I'm your registered, certified
Card carryin′ fool


Ah, if I was a gambler
I might have better luck
If I was mathematician
I could make it all add up
But when it comes down to it
All I want to do
Is be your registered, certified
Card carryin′ fool.
Yeah, when it comes down to it
All I want to do
Is be your registered, certified
Card carryin' fool...