I just hope and pray I can die with my boots on.
When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry.
The beer and the wurst were wonderful, but I was dying to be back in the South, where the livin' was easy, where the fish were jumpin', where the cotton grew high.
I keep my eyes wide open all the time.
God Ain't no stained glass window, cause he never keeps his window closed.
Six foot six he stood on the ground He weighed two hundred and thirty-five pounds But I saw that giant of a man brought down To his knees by love