I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

I got to stop dealing, I believe I'll ride 'em on down Well I done stopped dealing, I believe I'll ride 'em on down I'm a dealin' man, still dealing, yeah I'll go keep on dealing till I find myself a bed Raised in the country, got up raised in town Got

I know we've all got our problems And it's a blessing that we made it here so far I promise to take you, take you as you are If you lay here in these arms tonight I promise Take you as you are, as you are You raised the lights when it was frightening You

I belong to the drinking class Monday through Friday, man we bust our backs If you're one of us, raise your glass We belong to the drinking class If you gotta, gotta label me, label me proud We're up when the rooster crows Clock in when the whistle blows

I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

The Rites of Man Let me hear the band Play the Rites of Man Come on and lift my head Lead me to the door Oh make me understand Raise me off the floor Come on and pick me up Found my coat

I am a man of constant sorrow I've seen trouble all my days I'll say goodbye to Colorado Where I was born and prob'ly raised Your mother says I am a stranger My face you'll never see no more But there's one promise darling I'll see you on God's golden

In the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life Said, "I raise my hands I'm findin' more and more truth Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up