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I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes on Judgment Day
I tried to live my life a better way
I wasn’t always right but I tried with all my might
I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes on Judgment Day
I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes on Judgment Day
And I don’t care what all your fanboys say
You can turn a Sunday Blue with the language that you use
No, I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes on Judgment Day
I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes on Judgment Day
You might be the President of the USA
But when you lie and cheat and steal that’s an underhanded deal
No, I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes on Judgment Day
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Foolish Heart Of Mine
03:22
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I should have known right from the start
Not to trust my Foolish Heart
It’s let me down so many times before
Tonight I’ll go to bed at ten
And cry myself to sleep again
I’ll blame it on this Foolish Heart Of Mine
After all this time You’d think I’d see
You can’t wear a Foolish Heart on your sleeve
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Calvary Road
02:39
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Calvary Road
As you go through this world
And the troubles pile up
Remember that Jesus
Once drank from this cup
He gave everything
That one man could give
He died on the Cross
So sinners might live
Calvary Road
Calvary Road
Our sins were forgiven
On Calvary Road
We’re traveling through
A world full of lies
It seems like the truth
Is always disguised
Where once condemned
Through Satan’s deceit
By the Truth of the Cross
We’ve now been redeemed
Calvary Road
Calvary Road
Our sins were forgiven
On Calvary Road
When you’re weary and worn
From too heavy a load
Remember that Jesus
Once walked the same road
He carried a promise
More precious than gold
He gave us salvation
On Calvary Road
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Little Eyes
03:20
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Her little eyes are sleeping
It’s the middle of the night
But little eyes know even when they’re closed
They don’t need a night light
To know when something’s missing
To know when you’re not listening
So listen to them little eyes tonight
Everything is magnified
It all looks big to little eyes
Little eyes need lots of love
‘Cause little eyes see so much
Around them that’s confusing
And you’re one of the few things
Those little eyes can count on tonight
Little eyes grow big too soon
Picking fights with the man-in-the-moon
From faltering first steps in high-top shoes
Those little eyes keep looking back at you
break
Her little eyes are sleeping
It’s the middle of the night
But little eyes know even when they’re closed
They don’t need a night light
To know when something’s missing
To know when you’re not listening
So listen to them little eyes tonight
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5. |
Trump
02:22
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The sun is shining and the sky is blue
People are smiling on the Avenue
Who says the country’s down in the dumps
I ain’t voting for Donald Trump
There’s an Eagle streaking across the sky
The Red, White and Blue is flying high
He’ll build a wall you can’t jump
But I ain’t voting for Donald Trump
Too much crazy and not enough sense
Get off that wall get off the fence
I know you’re angry and I’m upset
But I ain’t lost my mind yet
He’s a hurricane of taunts and hate
And that ain’t what made America great
He’s a walking timebomb on the stump
And I ain’t voting for Donald Trump
The sun is shining and the sky is blue
People are smiling on the Avenue
Looking as happy as Forrest Gump
But I ain’t voting for Donald Trump
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Marching on Tripoli
03:51
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There’s fear and there’s dread
On the road up ahead
And Mirages over the sea
While children at home
Sleep safely in bed
We’re marching on Tripoli
And it’s hi hi ho
And it’s hi hi he
We’re marching on Tripoli
And we’ll fill up the graves
With rebels and slaves
We’re marching on Tripoli
It’s a good day for war
So we’re marching once more
We’re marching on Tripoli
We’re on the attack
Just like in Iraq
And bringing democracy
And it’s hi hi ho
And it’s hi hi he
We’re marching on Tripoli
And we’ll fill up the graves
With rebels and slaves
We’re marching on Tripoli
From the south of Khartoum
To the ancient sand dunes
Along the North African shore
There’s rockets and blood
And death in the mud
From genocide, murder and war
And it’s hi hi ho
And it’s hi hi he
We’re marching on Tripoli
And we’ll fill up the graves
With rebels and slaves
We’re marching on Tripoli
There’s a dozen or more
Armed conflicts and wars
They’re going on endlessly
What’s one more or less
On the Dark Continent
We’re marching on Tripoli
And it’s hi hi ho
And it’s hi hi he
We’re marching on Tripoli
And we’ll fill up the graves
With rebels and slaves
We’re marching on Tripoli
In a few days or more
We’ll wrap up this war
That’s what they’ll tell us again
We’ll throw a parade
And the band will play
And someone will ask, “Did we win?”
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A stroll in the park
A kiss in the dark
What have we got to lose?
A car going past
Two hearts beating fast
What have we got to lose?
The greatest of all the world’s Empires fall
Nothing lasts forever
If a moment in time is all that we find
Why don’t we spend it together
A pink Beaujolais
A sidewalk cafe
What have we got to lose?
A soft summer breeze
Rustling leaves
What have we got to lose?
After all we’ve been through what’s left to lose?
What more can tomorrow bring?
There’s a full moon tonight shining so bright
The world’s hanging by a string
A stroll in the park
A kiss in the dark
What have we got to lose?
A car going past
Two hearts beating fast
What have we got to lose?
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8. |
Back in Oxford Town
03:54
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© Dan Sullivan 2016
They cornered James Meredith
In a dorm in Oxford Town
As Federal Marshals held back
The mob that gathered ‘round
And we’re back in Oxford Town
And it’s nineteen sixty-two
Mississippi’s burning
Can’t you feel the heat on you
Gunshots filled the air
There were broken bones and heads
When it was all over
There were two men who lay dead
And we’re still in Dallas, Texas
And the street is still bloodstained
And the sorrow never ends
And the pain won’t go away
All along the Slave Coast
They’re shackled and they’re stripped
They’re moving them in irons
And they’re loading them on ships
And we’re back in Old Virginny
Where if you could see ahead
You could watch Philando Castile
And the cop who shot him dead
Can you hear the decks a’creaking
As they’re coming off the ships
And they’re headed to the auction block
Tobacco fields and whips
And we’re back in Old Virginny
Where if you could see ahead
You could watch Philando Castile
And the cop who shot him dead
Now they tell me black lives matter
And so do white and blue
Where reason doesn’t matter
Slogans will have to do
And we’re still in Dallas, Texas
And the street is still bloodstained
And the sorrow never ends
And the pain won’t go away
And the legacy of slavery
Like all the father’s sins
Is passed on to their children
In the color of their skin
And we’re back in Oxford Town
And it’s nineteen sixty-two
Mississippi’s burning
Can’t you feel the heat on you
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9. |
The World Remembers Him
04:33
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Born a Man of Sorrows
Well acquainted with grief
This Holy Son of God
This man of the street
Walking through this world
Of hatred and deceit
He spoke of love and brotherhood
Blessed the poor and meek
They buried him in the dust of death
He was killed for mankind’s sins
They hoped he’d be forgotten
But the world remembers Him
From town to town he travelled
On worn and weary feet
Taking shelter where he found it
From people he would meet
This man was known to heal the sick
He could make a blind man see
He promised Life Eternal
To people who believed
They buried him in the dust of death
He was killed for mankind’s sins
They hoped he’d be forgotten
But the world remembers Him
Condemned by those he came to save
Mocked and worse than this
Abandoned by his friends
And betrayed with a kiss
Whipped and cursed he wore
A crown of thorns upon his head
Then he broke down the gates of Hell
And came back from the dead
They buried him in the dust of death
He was killed for mankind’s sins
They hoped he’d be forgotten
But the world remembers Him
He died 2,000 years ago
But he’s still alive today
You might see him in a shelter
Where the homeless people stay
You might find him in the places
Where the wretched congregate
Or outside a Refugee camp
Where the broken-hearted wait
They buried him in the dust of death
He was killed for mankind’s sins
They hoped he’d be forgotten
But the world remembers Him
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Where were you when the cornerstone was set?
Where were you when the clouds of the sky were made?
Where were you when the stars were hung like lanterns?
Where were you when the foundations were laid?
You better humble yourself
Yes indeed, you better humble yourself
You better set aside your pride and humble yourself
Where were you when he set the day and hour?
How do you know what’s hidden from the Son
On whose authority do you teach the rapture?
Who are you to know the things to come?
You better humble yourself
Yes indeed, you better humble yourself
You better set aside your pride and humble yourself
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You better humble yourself
Yes indeed, you better humble yourself
You better set aside your pride and humble yourself
Where were you when the cornerstone was set?
Where were you when the clouds of the sky were made?
Where were you when the stars were hung like lanterns?
Where were you when the foundations were laid?
You better humble yourself
Yes indeed, you better humble yourself
You better set aside your pride and humble yourself
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I saw the tear rolling down your cheek
Before you brushed it away
When I asked you what was wrong
You wouldn’t say
Now’s not the time to talk
But when you’re finally ready to
Let me help you heal the hurt inside of you
Let me help you heal the hurt inside of you
Just look my way and call my name
And I’ll be there for you
When the time is right
And you need someone
To tell your troubles to
Let me help you heal the hurt inside of you
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12. |
Refugee
03:22
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REFUGEE
© Dan Sullivan 2013
I am just a Refugee
I have no place to rest
I’m hungry and I’m tired now
I have but one request
Won’t someone spare a Refugee
Some water and some bread
And perhaps a place upon the floor
To lay my weary head
The fever took my mother
I have no family
I’m lost and forsaken
There’s no one left for me
No vagabond am I
I did not choose this fate
To stand outside the city walls
Begging at the gate
I am just a Refugee
I have no place to rest
I’m hungry and I’m tired now
I have but one request
Won’t someone spare a Refugee
Some water and some bread
And perhaps a place upon the floor
To lay my weary head
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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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