Don?t you mind people grinnin? in your face Don?t mind people grinnin? in your face You just bear this in mind, a true friend is hard to find Don?t you
Got up this mornin' Feelin' sick and bad I'm thinkin' 'bout the good time That I once have had I said, I got up this mornin' And I said, I'm feelin'
I got a letter this mornin, how do you reckon it read? It said, "Hurry, hurry, yeah, your love is dead." I got a letter this mornin, I say how do you
Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator Wrote the
shit one time, dude, fuck the playback I go off my head, you know I shave my shit And you don't quit, I say you don't quit 'Cause I'm the prodigal son
it's the house, son One on one, it's just begun Come to the house of the rising son One on one, it's just begun Come to the house of the rising son
Don't you mind people grinning in your face Don't you mind people grinning in your face There's one thing to bear in mind A true friend is hard to
You know I had a job on the levee I had a good looking woman who lived in Hughes I had a job on the levee I had a good looking woman she lived in Hughes
Yeah, I'm gon' fold my arms , I'm gonna kneel down in prayer Whoa, I fold my arms, gonna kneel down in prayer When I get up I'm gonna leave my preachin
I solemnly swear, Lord I raise my right hand That I'm gonna get me a woman you get you another man I solemnly swear, Lord I raise my right hand That I
Oh, I'm gon' get me religion I'm gon' join the baptist church Oh, I'm gon' get me religion I'm gon' join the baptist church I'm gon' be a baptist preacher
a runnin' son of a gun, I'm going to the racetrack to see my pony run, He aint the best in the world but he's a runnin' son of a gun. Oh, Lord have
Why don't you catch my pony, now saddle up my black mare? ...my pony, saddle up, up my black mare? You know, I'm gonna find my baby, well, in the world
Oh, I'm gonna get me a religion, I'm gonna join the Baptist Church Oh, I'm gonna get me a religion, I'm gonna join the Baptist Church I'm gonna be a Baptist
Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator Who's that writin', John the Revelator wrote the book of
I got a letter this mornin, how do you reckon it read? It said, "Hurry, hurry, yeah, your love is dead" I got a letter this mornin, I say how do you reckon
Well got up this morning, feeling ?round for my shoes Know about that, I got the walkin' blues I said I got up this morning, I was feeling ?round for
Of Life in the Empire State... Shrug off the shifting weight of home/And hope that the Almight Anchor will hold/Was there room in yr heart for yr weakest son
