On the news tonight Well mama said It's just make believe You can't believe everything you see So baby close your eyes to the lullabies A billion people died on the news tonight But not so many cried at the terrible sight Who's the one to decide that it

In a borrowed car we sang evaporated. It's beautiful when you go low and I go high. Watch you dear, oh we'll beat this. If I believe enough the Lord will provide. Lay on hands, hymns and praises. Sing in tongues, salvation true and right. Jesus saves if

Move on up in glory Move up, oh Lord Move, move move, move, move Well, all my life I want to know Is why my Jesus loved me so I'm going to see my loving mother I'm going to see my father too After a while Well, I believe in my soul

Breakfast is cold, as cold as our bed I'm watching you choke down the words that you said I watch you devour, mistake me for bread Well boy, is you fed? Or are you misled? I gave you the messiest head You give me the messiest head Oh, you turnin' red

Riding herd through sun and the rain Panning for gold on the cuff We've did everything in the book I guess And a lot that they never thought up Oh Jim, Jim, so you're ridin' on ahead Well if that?s how it?s going to be Jim, Jim, I wore a tie today The

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

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

If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light Her .38 special, boys, it do very well Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night? Ah-oh boy,

I gotta get home there's a garden to tend There's fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back into my attic Whistling static When the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up again Well I can't believe that my lime tree is dead I

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