preachers say the day is good
but trumpets sound and the ground starts humming
aint no use hiding or running
say your prayers and keep your fingers crossed
well i just try to do the right thing
pray for rain but not for lightening
say my piece without the fighting
but i cant be found without getting lost
when i leave well maybe ill go to heaven
when i leave well maybe ill go to some place else
well sister dont grieve if you believe im unforgiven
sometimes its hard to tell
well hear today and gone tomorrow
saddest fact and full of sorrow
slow to give and quick to borrow
but i tried my hardest not to sin
packing up all my belongings
leave my lonesome and my longings
nothing but my spirit on me
gonna go some place ive never been
when i leave well maybe ill go to heaven
when i leave well maybe ill go to some place else
well sister dont grieve if you believe im unforgiven
sometimes its hard to tell
preachers say the day is good
but trumpets sound and the ground starts humming
aint no use hiding or running
say your prayers but keep your fingers crossed