Glory, glory hallelujah His truth is marching on Look away, look away, look away Dixieland Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton Old times they are not forgotten Oh, I wish I was in Dixie, away, away In Dixieland I take my stand to live and die in Dixie

Sands of all time, mystery of life Everlasting sadness through lightyears gone by Land lost in time, once more back where we belong Promises of yesterday, we'll keep holding on Rise up to the open sky One chance at the price of glory Raise your souls

Pray for one last chance to prove we all belong Through the dark nights and cold days while time marches on In this life, we're running out of days We're running out of time, ignoring it's a crime No regrets, just one shot at glory Is all we got before

One shot at glory Let me hear the battle cry Calling on the wind Let me see the banners fly Before the storm begins Let me feel the spirits soar Destroy the enemy Striking at the evil core For all the world to see

Niggas is pimps, niggas is players Don't you grow up in a hurry, your mom'll be worried, aw It was all part of the story, even the scary nights Thank you for all of the glory, you will be remembered, aw Thank you to all of the heroes of the night (night,

Looking up for heaven And all their words for glory Well they always sounded empty When we're looking up for heaven When we're lying in the dirt There's no looking up for heaven Stories told to me And stories told to you Way down here upon the ground

Looking up for heaven And all their words were glory Well they all, they sounded empty When we're looking up for heaven When we're lying in the dark There's no looking up for heaven Stories told to me and stories told to you Way down here upon the ground

Dope and diamonds I want money, power and glory I want money and all your power, all your glory Alleluia, I wanna take you for all that you got Alleluia, I'm gonna take them for all that they got You say that you wanna go To a land that's far away How

(San Francisco), San Francisco (San Francisco), he he he he hey (You don't find them finer) (Searching for what we all treasure: pleasure) (Brightly on nights tell a glory story) (San Francisco), City by the Bay yeah (San Francisco), take me to the water

Praising my Savior all the day long This is my story, this is my song Blessed assurance Jesus is mine O what a foretaste of glory divine Heir of salvation, purchase of God Born of his spirit washed in his blood Perfect submission, perfect delight Visions