You can have Charleston My home, my heart Where I was born and raised Where one day they're gonna take my body And lay it in a grave But it's got to be this way It's gonna break my heart to say, goodbye But it'll kill me if I stay The cobblestone streets

They got so much things to say right now They got so much things to say I'll never forget no way Stand firm and give Jah thanks and praises By the laws of men, by the laws of men Ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah) Ooh yeah, yeah Eh! But I'll

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

You can have Charleston My home, my heart Where I was born and raised Where one day they're gonna take my body And lay it in a grave But it's got to be this way It's gonna break my heart to say, goodbye But it'll kill me if I stay The cobblestone streets

Yeah we all, yeah we all got a reason to drink 'Cause somebody somewhere's gettin' married today And somebody's home team, they just won state And some old boy's girl just left him If that's you, raise your hand, I got your next one Some of y'all just

Nobody's fault but mine Tryin' to raise my soul to light I'll raise my soul to the light Have a bible in my home Taught me how to read Bible and my soul tonight. Tryin' to raise my soul to the light Got a bible in my home Ah, nobody's fault but mine

Don't let it slip away Raise yo' drinkin' glass Here's to yesterday We're all gonna trip away Don't piss heaven off We got hell to pay Come full circle

I’m like hallelujah! Praise God, almighty, the most high, alpha and omega in the sky Let a mothafucka like this live Strollin' down the highway Yeah, lemme show 'em what I gotta give Do it your way This is beyond the flesh With my mind ablaze

There I was, now here I am I got off track, I made mistakes Back slid my way into that place where souls get lost Lines get crossed And the pain won't go away I hit my knees, now here I stand I came up out of the water Raise my hands up to the father

Whatever you got to raise up We'll be flying up in the clouds Like we're never gonna come back down Like we're running out of runway lights You can't get it high enough Your hands or your phone or your cup Set it off like the 4th Of July Gonna take it up