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Hurry Back Jesus
03:10
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There’s hatred everywhere I look
We haven’t got a prayer
They’re killing children in the schools
They’re killing everywhere
Neighbor hating neighbor
Nations armed for war
Every day seems a little bit worse
Than the day before
Hurry Back Jesus
Cause things aren’t going so well
You said you’d be back again
And we know you will
But if we can last ’til then
Ain’t no one can tell
Hurry Back Jesus
The world is going to Hell
Lawlessness everywhere
Men do as they please
Poisoning the oceans
And the very air we breath
The truth has been forgotten
With the lessons of the past
People greedy everywhere
For things that never last
Hurry Back Jesus
Cause things aren’t going so well
You said you’d be back again
And we know you will
But if we can last ’til then
Ain’t no one can tell
Hurry Back Jesus
The world is going to Hell
Famine, war and hopelessness
Beggars plead for alms
The hungry dying every day
While the world keeps building bombs
Corruption, graft and bribery
Favors bought and sold
While the meek, the poor and helpless
Get left out in the cold
Hurry Back Jesus
Cause things aren’t going so well
You said you’d be back again
And we know you will
But if we can last ’til then
Ain’t no one can tell
Hurry Back Jesus
The world is going to Hell
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2. |
Ballad of a Trump Fan
04:00
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I voted for Donald J. Trump
Cause he is smarter than us
But I’m smarter than you
And the Democrats too
And by god that’s good enough
He’s gonna build us a wall
That’s a hundred and fifty feet tall
To keep bad hombres out
Of that there’s no doubt
He’s gonna build us a wall
I’m waiting to catch the Trump Train
I’ve been standing outside in the rain
For the last couple days
Cause it’s passing this way
I’m waiting to catch the Trump Train
I voted for Donald J. Trump
Cause he’s got a very good brain
He’s too modest to show it
So you might not have noticed
But he’s got a very good brain
I voted for Donald J. Trump
Cause he puts folk back in their place
He doesn’t take nothin’
Who cares about Russians
I voted for Donald J. Trump
I voted for Donald J. Trump
Cause he’ll get us over the hump
And Make America Hate
Those who stand in our way
I voted for Donald J. Trump
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3. |
The Law of Love
02:33
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Is it through your own virtue or the luck of the draw
That you ended up where you are on the right side of the law
There’s a greater law than man’s in Heaven high above
''Follow the law" is what you say, what about the law of love?
She came into this country
Like many have before
Some came through the window
Some came through the door
Some came fleeing poverty
Some came fleeing strife
All of them came looking
For a better way of life
Is it really a crime or the luck of the draw
That put her in a church today hounded by the law
There’s a greater law than man’s in Heaven high above
If ‘follow the law’ is what you say, what about the law of love?
We all came here from someplace
Somewhere back in time
Some came here legally
Some came on the sly
It all got mixed up long ago
In that big old melting pot
I guess that’s ancient history
That some of us forgot
Is it through your own virtue or the luck of the draw
That it’s her instead of you today hounded by the law
There’s a greater law than man’s in Heaven high above
If ‘follow the law’ is what you say, what about the law of love?
If ‘follow the law’ is what you say, what about the law of love?
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4. |
Care of the Lord
04:46
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He’s spreading the good gospel news everyday
At Seven p.m. across Southern airwaves
He quotes from the Bible and Human Events
He speaks of Salvation, talking dollars and cents
Care of the Lord
Care of the Lord
Please send your money
To Care of the Lord
Care of the Lord
Care of the Lord
Send all your money
To Care of the Lord
Them no-good left-wingers kicked God outta school
They put fluoridated water in our swimming pools
Now they’re leading America on the road straight to Hell
And they voted to give back the Panama Canal
Care of the Lord
Care of the Lord
Please send your money
To Care of the Lord
Care of the Lord
Care of the Lord
Send all your money
To Care of the Lord
It’s a moral obligation to our Nation and Lord
To vote this November, I won’t say who for
But if you’re sick of them secular, humanist kooks
God’s a Republican and he lives in Dubuque
Care of the Lord
Care of the Lord
Please send your money
To Care of the Lord
Care of the Lord
Care of the Lord
Send all your money
To Care of the Lord
Send $25 dollars if the Spirit moves you
And I’ll send you a picture and an autograph too
And when you meet with St. Peter and he looks up your sins
Just show him my picture and you’re in like Flynn
Care of the Lord
Care of the Lord
Please send your money
To Care of the Lord
Care of the Lord
Care of the Lord
Pass the collection plate
To Care of the Lord
Send all your dollars
To Pat Robertson
Send all your money
To Jerry Falwell
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5. |
Maria's Prayer
02:37
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There's a howling wind
There's a storm outside
There's a knocking on the door
"Please let me in" a voice does cry
From a far off foreign shore
I hear the small voice of a child
Pleading once more
"Please let me in"
The poor child cries
But no one answers the door
Won’t you spare his life, sweet Jesus
But if it’s not your plan for him
He’ll be knocking on Heaven’s door tonight
Won’t you please let him in
In a barrio
In a border town
80 passengers are squeezed
Into the back of a tractor-trailer
Along with Maria Ruiz
Well, the Border Patrol
Saved most of them
But there among the deceased
They find Maria with her fingers
Still clutching her rosary beads
Won’t you hear her prayers, sweet Jesus
For she’s left this world of sin
She’ll be knocking on Heaven’s door tonight
Won’t you please let her in
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The old dog is howling at the moon just like he knew
Old friends of mine ask me if it's true
'Cause nothing travels faster than bad news
And it seems like everybody's crying over you
The sky has eyes and just like yours they're blue
The trees have ears when the wind whistles through
And the grass can't hide the early morning dew
It seems like everybody's crying over you
As days elapsed my grief had passed or so it seems
But love and grief play tricks on me
At odd moments when I see
An old dog howling at the moon just like he knew
Or a couple holding hands like we used to do
You're gone five years and I bet you never knew
That everybody's crying over you
Yes everybody's crying over you
And the old dog's still howling at the moon
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7. |
Hearts Ache
02:43
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Hearts ache
When hearts break
Leaves you wondering just how much
A heart can take
They say
Someday
No matter who you are
Your heart will break
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Come over here Honey
03:10
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Come over here Honey let’s talk awhile
I knew right away when I saw you smile
You’re a little bit crazy and I’m a little bit wild
The night is young its a quarter to ten
What do you think could we be friends
Not tonite? Just tell me when
There’s only one thing I need to know
Am I going too fast or a little too slow
You look like you might need to unwind
I’ve got the money if you’ve got the time
Hey bartender two more drinks
I believe our Chakras are in sync
And this is not the time to overthink
There’s a beautiful moon outside tonite
Would I like to what? Well I just might
Why don’t you slide over here and hold me tight
There’s only one thing I need to know
Am I going too fast or a little too slow
You look like you might need to unwind
I’ve got the money if you’ve got the time
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Cherokee Joe
03:09
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Nobody knew what his real name was
He had a tattoo on his arm of a mourning dove
He hung around places where tourists go
Everybody called him Cherokee Joe
They’d drop their tips into a hardshell case
While Cherokee Joe sang ‘Amazing Grace’
He’d work the street in the heat of the day
He’d end each gig singing ‘Ira Hayes’
Cherokee Joe, Cherokee Joe
Where did you come from?
Where did you go?
He came with the sun
And left with the snow
I’ll never forget Cherokee Joe
I was 14 getting nowhere fast in school
In a great big hurry to break all the rules
I saw him on the corner one day when I was bored
He showed me his guitar and a couple of chords
So I bought a guitar - I was just acting out -
With the money I earned on a paper route
When I showed it to him all he had to say
Was Good Luck kid, now go learn to play
On the day I learned to play my very first song
I went looking for him but they said he was gone
All that was left was the sun in the sky
He left nothing behind not even goodbye
We never met again but I learned how to play
I learned it’s easy to just walk away
I learned how to laugh and I learned how to cry
But I never learned how to say goodbye
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It’s 3 o’clock in the morning
The radio’s turned down
The dog cocked its ear and growled
When he heard the cat meow
The refrigerator’s humming
But the phone hasn’t made a sound
I guess she’s not gonna call tonight
Or she would have called by now
It’s 3 0’clock in the morning
I can hear a car go by
The wind rattled the windowpane
And the radio just died
The refrigerator’s humming
But the phone hasn’t made a sound
I guess she’s not gonna call tonight
Or she would have called by now
I need to hear her tell me why
She hasn’t called or come around
But silence is running deep tonight
And faster than the speed of sound
It’s 3 o’clock in the morning
The radio’s turned down
The dog cocked its ear and growled
When he heard the cat meow
The refrigerator’s humming
But the phone hasn’t made a sound
I guess she’s not gonna call tonight
Or she would have called by now
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11. |
Howling at the Moon
03:27
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There’s bats up in my head
Whenever I go to bed
I close my eyes and chase ‘em with a broom
But I don’t really care
I’d rather see ‘em there
Than bouncin’ off the walls in the living room
Some people think I’m nuts
No ifs and ands or buts
They’d like to lock me in a padded room
And one of these days
They just might get their way
But when I go I’ll be howling at the moon
There’s a place down by the beach
I visit every week
Where you’d think nobody ever had a care
And if you had a clue
You’d wanna go there too
Cause you’d never have to leave your rockin’ chair
Some people think I’m nuts
No ifs and ands or buts
They’d like to lock me in a padded room
And one of these days
They just might get their way
But when I go I’ll be howling at the moon
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12. |
The Music Box
02:49
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The Flag’s flying at the courthouse
A symbol of unity
As the country tears itself apart
From Sea to Shining Sea
We’re putting kids in cages
Half the country’s up in arms
The other half shrugs it off
All they say is “What’s the harm?”
There’s a Man riding on a Pale Horse
He says he’ll make America great
He’s either your hero or villain
In these Divided States
It’s the Fourth of July once again
And fireworks are flying
They’re drowning out the sounds
Of a thousand children crying
Protesters marching in the streets
All across the land
While the President is on his cellphone
And he’s tweeting again
He’s the Man riding on a Pale Horse
He says he’ll make America great
He’s either your hero or villain
In these Divided States
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Dan Sullivan Kalamazoo, Michigan
Some people like gardening, working on cars or woodworking. Others enjoy knitting, collecting stamps or coins. That kind of thing. I like writing songs.
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