Oh, deep in my heart, We shall overcome, We shall overcome, some day. I do believe We'll walk hand in hand, We shall live in peace, We shall all be free, We are not afraid, WE SHALL OVERCOME Words and Music by Zilphia Hart., Frank Hamilton, Guy Carawan

Must I always be waiting, waiting on you? Must I always be playing, playing your fool? Just wait a minute Just sitting, waiting Well I was sitting, waiting, wishing You believed in superstitions Then maybe you'd see the signs Lord knows that this world

Ooh la la la la la Let's live in the moment Come back Sunday morning When you're gone Goodbye, so long, farewell A lie, oh well With that soul to sell I’ll see you when you get there

Hey there ain't no doubt that God's been good to me Well I can't believe I'm sittin' here today Picking on my banjo with a big smile on my face Writin' new words to an old school melody Oh the sun is shinin' on down in Tennessee And right now where I'm

Lover man, oh, where can you be I've heard it said That the thrill of romance Can be like a heavenly dream I go to bed with a prayer That you'll make love to me Strange as it seems Someday we'll meet And you'll dry all my tears

But on a sunday morning sun Waste all my time Could I believe you never know Your presence sublime, oh oh I know I need your ever more, oh oh Well I don't, I don't believe in your lovin' When all things sort of fall inside Then I don't, I don't believe

Well baby, there you stand With your little head, down in your hand Oh, my God, you can't believe it's happening again Your baby's gone, and you're all alone And it looks like the end And you're back out on the street And you're tryin' to remember How do

Oh, well a sayin' that you're leavin', I don't want to hear that talk Stare at disbelief in me when I just up and walk Oh, woman and a woman, them are silly games you play, yeah Dealin' with your troubles drove me away Outta love (outta love) again,

And why should I spend time running for my life? And when the skies are open, we'll still be singing this I know they're coming for me, we're not the pitchfork kids Ooh, ooh, it's the loneliest life that we live Ooh, ooh, we're not running with the

You're moving too fast Frames can't catch you when You're moving like that Slow down everyone Brushfire fairytales Itsy bitsy diamond wells Big fat hurricanes Yellow bellied given names Well shortcuts can slow you down