“Young Love (Strong Love)” is a song written by Kent Robbins and Paul Kennerley, and recorded by American country music duo The Judds. It was released in February 1989, as the first single from their album River of Time. In May, it became The Judds’ 13th No. 1 hit on the Billboard magazine Hot Country Singles chart.
Debuted on the U.S. Billboard Hot Country Singles & Tracks for the week of February 25, 1989.
From the album River of Time
B-side “Cow Cow Boogie”
Released February 20, 1989
Label RCA Nashville/Curb
Songwriter(s) Paul Kennerley Kent Robbins
Producer(s) Brent Maher
The Judds – Young Love Lyrics
She was sitting cross-legged on a hood of a Ford
Filing down her nails with a emory board
Talking to her friends about people they knew
And all of the things that young girls do
When she said, “You see that guy in the baseball cap?
I’d like to spend some time with a boy like that.”
Betty said, “I’ve seen him at the hardware store.
I think his name is Billy, but I’m not sure.”
And as they talked a little while he passed by
She smiled at him he just said “Hi.”
He was thinking to himself as he walked away
Man, I’d like to find a girl like her someday
Young love, strong love, true love
It’s a new love
They’re gonna make it through the hard times
Walk those lines
Yeah, these ties will bind
Well, she just couldn’t stop herself from thinking ’bout him
And at a store downtown she saw him again
She had both hands full, he held open the door
He said, “My name is Billy. I’ve seen you before.
Can I help you with these? Can I give you a ride?
Can I take you out on a Saturday night?”
She didn’t have to say what she was feeling inside
He could see the answer shining in her eyes
Well, from that day on you couldn’t keep them apart
They were side by side, heart to heart
Mama cried as Billy slipped the ring on her hand
And when the baby was born she was crying again
Well, he worked real hard and put some money down
On a little old house at the edge of town
And that night as he held her he couldn’t believe
That God had made a girl that he’d never ever leave
She was sitting cross-legged on the hood of a Ford
Filing down her nails with an emory board