Was August Nineteenth When

It was August nineteenth when our story began,

Somehow I knew you’d become my man.

Now August comes around, and I smile every time,

’Cause it gave me Robbie, and it gave me you and I.

And you call me Baby Doll, and I love how it sounds,

Sitting on that porch while the sun goes down.

Music playing softly, your hand holding mine,

Robbie, with you, I could stay here all night.

From that first hello to the love we know,

You’re the one I never wanna let go.

We took a ride down to the beach one night,

And watched that sunset paint the sky just right.

The ocean was rolling, the evening was gold,

And right there beside you, I felt something I’d never felt before.

And you call me Baby Doll, and I love how it sounds,

Sitting on that porch while the sun goes down.

Music playing softly, your hand holding mine,

Robbie, with you, I could stay here all night.

And every August, when your birthday comes around,

I’ll thank God for the day you came into this world.

’Cause somewhere between that porch and that beach,

You became the kind of love I never wanna lose.

So call me Baby Doll, like only you do,

I’ll keep loving Robbie like I promised to.

Through every sunset, every song, every year,

I’ll be right beside you, keeping you near.

August nineteenth started a love I can’t explain,

And baby, I’d choose you all over again.

So turn up that music, let that porch light glow,

Put your arms around me and take it real slow.

Happy birthday, Robbie… this much is true—

My favorite country song will always be me and you. ❤️