Wedding Song…

Ok I have narrowed it down to two different wedding songs to be played at the reception/party, neither one is from the 1970’s, I am in a quandary.
Here is the first:
I love you a bushel and a peck
A bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck
A hug around the neck and a barrel and a heap
A barrel and a heap and I’m talkin’ in my sleep
About you, about you
‘Cause I love you a bushel and a peck
You bet your purdy neck I do

A doodle-oodle-ooh-doo
A-doodle-oodle-oodle-ooh-doo

I love you a bushel and a peck
A bushel and a peck though you make my heart a wreck
Make my heart a wreck and you make my life a mess
Make my life a mess, yes a mess of happiness
About you, about you
‘Cause I love you a bushel and a peck
You bet your purdy neck I do

A doodle-oodle-ooh-doo
A-doodle-oodle-oodle-ooh-doo

I love you a bushel and a peck
A bushel and a peck and it beats me all to heck
It beats me all to heck, how I’ll ever tend the farm
Ever tend the farm when I wanna keep my arm
About you, about you
‘Cause I love you a bushel and a peck
You bet your purdy neck I do

A doodle-oodle-ooh-doo
A-doodle-oodle-oodle-ooh-doo
A-doodle-oodle-oodle-ooh-doo
A-doodle-oodle-ooh-doo-doo

Here is the second:
Well down in Panama city
They perfected the art of the tan
And those Oklahoma girls
They sure know why they call it heartland
Well up in Seattle, boy they’ll have you prayin for rain
And those Tempe, Arizona women’ll have you beggin for shade
And from the Valley girl talk to that Southern Belle drawl
Oh my Gad
Hey hey y’all
My girl, she’s American made
(raised right here in the USA)
Yeah my girl, she’s American made
(hotter than an Independence July day)
Ah She loves flag flying, hot apple pie, cold beer at a football game
My girl, she’s American made
Well there’s a Tennessee girl that will always have a place in my heart – that’s right
And those Broadway beauties, they sure know how to play their parts
Ooh, Louisiana ladies got a mojo that makes you wanna stay
Yeah, but there’s a city full of angels, always waiting on me home in L.A.
Yeah, I can hand down in Texas, while them girls sing along
Living on Lonestar beer and Pat Green songs
My girl, she’s American made
(raised right here in the USA)
Yeah my girl, she’s American made
(hotter than an Independence July day)
Ah She loves flag flying, hot apple pie, cold beer at a football game
My girl, she’s American made
Mmm, she loves flag flying, hot apple pie, cold beer at a baseball game
My girl is American made
Yeah my girl is American ma-a-a-ade, oooh
My girl
(raised right here in the USA)
Oooh give me an evening in Alabama with a babe
My girl
(raised right here in the USA)
Oh and up in Indiana, man, rollin in the hay
(raised right here in the USA)
And over in Hawaii you can find a good lei
(She’s American made)
(raised right here in the USA)

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