of it is about the future, I'm going to start more or less on the last page, and tell you about my grandmother. Now she was a Southern Baptist Holy Ruler
I get down Get up, I get down Get up, I get down Get up, I get down Yo, first I snatched the streets then I snatched the charts First I had they ear, now
The night is cold and the sky is without light only a darkned moon will be the witness in this night First hymnes are heard the invocation starts with
night , o night divine Led by the light of faith serenely beaming With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand O'er the world a star is sweetly gleaming Now
you always hear the most Say nothin' that's worthwhile No gold, no frankincense or myrrh we bring Just faith and this burnt offering So raise your voice with mine and sing A hymn
Old Clarence was a corn fed Sunday school teacher At the Cheephill Church of Christ A God fearing fence clearing, hay slinging Hymn singing, back breaker
of ages cleft for me Now that could be the voice of John F Morgan in the Ripley jailhouse singin' hymns Well ol' Johnny might just be singin' hymn this
this place called trendy garden you know what I'm sayin'? He used to grow his vegetables right there on the side of the house And every now and then
insane Won't you follow me then? This one's for all you people Who hit the rock bottom but climbed it back up again Oh lord where are you now? Clouds
who washed us with his blood Has secured our way to God Let us praise and join the chorus Of the saints enthroned on high Here they trusted him before us Now
alone Well, look up in the sky Just look up in the sky See that I'm everywhere, everywhere Shining down on you Well, well, is that our little author? Coming back, humming his hymns
all he ever got was a badland farm And seven hungry mouths to feed And yet and yet our home fire never flickered once 'Cause when all these things went wrong Mama took the hymn
and plays his guitar for all of you bucks tonight Still tryin' to be a star and see his name in lights Somewhere the organ's playin' a hymn of salvation
work for about a year When his wife gave up took their three kids and left him He'd been looking for work all this time And now he's facing the situation
a year When his wife gave up, took their three kids and left him He'd been looking for work all this time And now he's facing the situation all alone
he ever got was a badland farm And seven hungry mouths to feed And yet and yet our homefire never flickered once 'Cause when all the things went wrong Mama took the hymn
Auntie Drake Who's shopping with his mum All you ever wanted was to be him Everything you want is in his face All you ever want is to be in now But
of Holies, Jesus Christ our Lord And now we've come to the sun's hour of rest The lights of evening round us shine We hymn the Father, Son, Spirit divine