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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave Matthews Band
Dave Matthews Band
Vocals
Carter Beauford
Carter Beauford
Drums
Rashawn Ross
Rashawn Ross
Trumpet
Stefan Lessard
Stefan Lessard
Bass
Boyd Tinsley
Boyd Tinsley
Violin
Tim Reynolds
Tim Reynolds
Electric Guitar
Jeff Coffin
Jeff Coffin
Tenor Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dave Matthews
Dave Matthews
Composer
Rashawn Ross
Rashawn Ross
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Lillywhite
Steve Lillywhite
Producer
Floyd Reitsma
Floyd Reitsma
Engineer
Lars Fox
Lars Fox
Engineer
Steven Aguilar
Steven Aguilar
Assistant Engineer
Michael H. Brauer
Michael H. Brauer
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Gilligan
Ryan Gilligan
Assistant Engineer
John Alagia
John Alagia
Recording Engineer
Justin Armstrong
Justin Armstrong
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Think about what you want Think about what you got And all the things that'll heal or hurt you 'Cause when that big bomb is full of peaches It don't matter what the preacher preaches The days are warm, and the well is full of virtue Jack and Jill went up the hill To fetch a pail of water Jack fell down and broke his crown Because he was messing with the preachers daughter Open up your wings Make a dead man sing Such a good good thing Just can't be wrong, no no no You can't get too much love Don't you feel it in your belly, go get you some You can't get too much love The time is right for loving, so come on, come on Can you feel it in your belly, come on Mamma's in the kitchen Daddy's in the field And baby girl is going to town Because she likes the way it make her feel Swimming in the river Rolling in the mud When the juice is dripping off your chin One peach is not enough You can't get too much love So if you feel it in your belly, come on, come on You can't get too much love Oh, when the time is right for loving, come and get you some You can't get too much love Oh, give it up, give it up, give it up Oh, the light that shines upon The gift that everyone has for the taking And happiness so pure as this Is surely worth the making Jack and Jill went up the hill To fetch a pail of water Jack fell down and broke his crown Because he was messing with the preachers daughter Love, love, love, love, love, love, love Love, love, love, love, love, love, love You can't get too much love So if you feel it in your belly, come and get you some You can't get too much love Oh, when the time is right for loving say come on, come on You can't get too much love Gonna eat your belly jelly 'til the kingdom come You can't get too much love So give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up
Writer(s): David John Matthews, Rashawn Ross Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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