i ain't picked up my guitar in 15 days   some music man doesn't give a damn   what i have to say   but he's stealing tears and playing games   that i don't play   i'm not gonna let that son-of-a-bitch take my love away   you can't take my love away...      (CHORUS)      so roll me over, over, over   while you turn your head   hold me under, under   while i take in my last   it gets colder, colder, colder   while you try to save yourself   god's gonna blow your clouds away   and give me sunny day.      it's on the telephone, the tv and on the radio   any day now the final whistle is bound to blow   but this ain't the way we have to say we had to go   there's still a chance that hand-in-hand and shore-to-shore   they can't take our love away...      (REPEAT CHORUS)