TOP 10 CLASSIC ROCK ‘N ROLL LOVE SONGS

I heard it on the radio ... so it must be true ... these are the top ten rock 'n roll songs. Anybody out there want to weigh in? What's your personal top ten?

10. In Your Eyes - Peter Gabriel
9. All I Want is You - U2
8. Sweet Child of Mine - Guns n Roses
7. Wild Horses - Rolling Stones
6. I Will Always Love You - Whitney Houston
5. Let’s Stay Together - Al Green
4. Natural Woman - Aretha Franklin
3. Something - The Beatles
2. Can’t help Falling in Love - Elvis
1. God Only Knows - The Beach Boys (Paul McCartney has called this the greatest song of all times! and who am I to disagree?)

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