Where could I go but to the Lord?
I was almost always true to you.
I figure all any kid needs is hope and the feeling he or she belongs.
The child needs a helping hand or he'll grow up to be an angry young man some day.
I can preach until your deaf and dumb, I'm in that soul saving army beating on that big bass drum.
I get sometimes; I get lonesome right in the middle of a crowd.