Written by: Gordon Kennedy, Wayne Kirkpatrick; Album: Garth Brooks In... The Life Of Chris Gaines; Produced by: Capitol Records-1999
They married on a fancy yacht out on the water He knew she was young enough to be his daughter
There always questions in the heart of millionaires Would she make heartfelt promises if the money was not there
(Chorus) And he said, do you love me, baby, do you want me to hold Or are you just digging for gold
Do you care enough to give me your heart and soul Or are you just digging for gold
She ran his weary heart through the ringer And she wore him like the diamond ring around her finger
Well, his advances and affections, she managed to avoid But, she got the lap of luxury and he got paranoid
(Repeat Chorus) And he said, do you love me, baby, do you want me to hold Or are you just digging for gold
Do you care enough to give me your heart and soul Or are you just digging for gold, digging for gold
Big house, limousines, Fine wines, fine cuisines, Vale and Vegas twice a year, Trips to Paris on the leer
Black Tuesday when that wall of wealth came crashing down Bad news day when that little queen had to give back her crown And he said, hey babe, we can live on love cuz love is worth much more
But he barely got his feelings out, she was half way to the door And she never even heard him cry
(Repeat Chorus Twice) Do you love me, baby, do you want me to hold Or are you just digging for gold Do you care enough to give me your heart and soul
Or are you just digging for gold
Do you love me, baby, do you want me to hold Or are you just digging for gold Do you care enough to give me your heart and soul
Or are you just digging for gold