As they thank the Lord the blind can't see Like a plague fed to the brain deadly disease I'd run away tonight with my mind still intact You gotta make it alright And we're at it again, I turn around another fucking war, man I don't know where to begin,

Feel alright now Lord, I thank you Feel them spirit I'm not boastin' No more cryin' Good Lord, hear me Feel like toastin' Good Lord, help me Lord I thank you

All I have is a song Oh you know I ain't complainin' 'Cause I can tell, lord its just your plan So I thank you for what I have And that's a song These ol' white lines on the highway Lord its all I know Seems like I've been out all my life But I just

People get ready There's a train a-coming You don't need no baggage You just get on board All you need is faith You don't need no ticket You just thank the Lord Yeah yeah yeah To hear diesels humming

Zion train is coming our way They said the soul train is coming our way The Zion train is coming our way Oh, people, get on board (you better get on board) Thank the Lord (praise fari) I gotta catch a train, 'cause there is no other station Then you

I give thanks to you For being a precious friend For holding our spirits high I do thank you lord For blessing my life each day For always being there when all is said and done (Woo) To thee, do we give thanks Now hol' on, hol' on, hol' up Has anybody

We could - you and I When you're in my arms I know you're happy to be there And just as long as I'm with you I'm happy anywhere If anyone could pray each night To thank the Lord that all is right If anyone could find the joy

I love chrome and paint, lookin' for some motherfuckin' corners to bank West coast what the fuck you thank? Everybody here off weed and drank (everybody) Before you check my rims When you leave the parking lot, check ya limbs You better check ya friends

Lord knows the devil don't sleep He never shuts his eyes You never hear him creepin' Heaven knows he's hell bent on me Shackles and chains, thank God that He can break me free 'Cause Lord knows the devil don't sleep You never hear him creepin', yeah

I thank the Lord I ain't a broke nigga I get the money, I'm a hustler So if you're buying what I'm selling, you a customer See I can get it to you anywhere, anything I mix it up, I fix it up, and I switched it up I locked down this end and got it twisted