Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die I met her accidentally in St. Paul,

I remember what my daddy taught me 'Bout how one risky is in a cold ditch And one more thing about good and evil You can't tell which is which Well, if the rest is lost and history Or maybe wasted on a fool like me And that these bare bones Would leave

Oh happy day (oh happy day) When Jesus washed (when Jesus washed) Oh happy day (oh happy day) He washed my sins away (oh happy day) He taught me how to watch, Fight and pray fight and pray And live rejoicing every, everyday Oh happy day He taught me how

Oh, oh, you made me feel so grown You took me to your room You taught me how to want something Last night I heard the sirens' song And I followed it in the ditch Oh baby, I'm just carrying on Far be it for me to bitch Last night I heard the distant hum

How can you ever sleep a wink at night, Pretending that everything is alright, Never in my life have I seen someone On and on and on and on it goes, You're the rotted root in the family tree. We're taught unconditional love, That blood is thicker than

Just holding the flashlight He'll never how much he taught me Out in that garage And I guess the stuff that stuck Was more about life than fixing cars But I sure did learn a lot He said son hold it still Keep that beam shining straight He'd have a

How could you put us through it? How could you take his life away? (What made you think you had the right?) How could you be so full of hate? (To take away somebody's life) And when I heard you let him die Uncle Sam taught him to shoot Maybe a little too

Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die I met her accidentally in St. Paul,

Boss Michelle Obama Purse so heavy gettin' Oprah dollas You say that you a baller And I see you tryna holla But that ain't how I was brought up Working for my money 'Cause that's what my momma taught me So yo ass betta show me some respect

Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die I met her accidentally in St. Paul,