I'll shake my fist up to the sky Just keeping my dreams alive I'm one part saint and two part sinner, And the last part is still on the line If I only knew what I know Grown from a seed of hope I've never known Been raised by the surroundings of a home

But when I’m cold, cold We see people coming See people go This particular timing is extra special I know you might be gone And the world may not know Still, I see you celestial Like a lion you ran Goddess, he wrote

God knows I'm trying I cannot tell who is my friend I need distance between me and them Gonna have to teach me how to love you again God knows I'm trying for you I seen man turn fool for the money one too many times I seen some girls turn their back on

I’ve taken a ride in the devil’s Cadillac I’ve been so high thought I wasn’t comin’ back And just when I think I’m too far-gone A ringing in my head’s the 23rd psalm I’ve seen the light, I’ve seen the darkness Only God knows where my heart is I’ve got my

They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one There is a house in New Orleans My mother was a tailor Sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs

God, your mama, and me Never gonna run dry, never gonna come up empty Now until the day I die, unconditionally You know I'm always gonna be here for ya No one's ever gonna love you more than That Sunday morning choir calling, church doors open wide That

I can't quit you The minute you arrive, I'm gone But I've been mistaken, oh, you just been playing Still I'm addicted to the same old Coldplay song And every time you turn it on God knows I can't fix you But I can't quit you No, I can't quit you

Baby I'm a lifer I ain't goin' nowhere Told you since day one I had to wife ya Show the world that I just wanna love ya Girl I don't wanna fight ya Yeah you're the only one for me God knows that I'm a product of George Strait And dammit I love sayin' to

They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one There is a house in New Orleans My mother was a tailor Sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs

It's right in front of me The throne of maladies Your malignancy They say I ain't bad I'm the best that I've had And I know it ain't right But I'll fight my whole life The prophecy will be realized Lord of the near and the nigh