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Center Of My Joy
Words and Music by Gloria Gaither, Richard Smallwood

Jesus You're the center of my joy
All that's good and perfect
Comes from
So here's to you my ramblin' boy may all your ramblin' bring you joy
He was a man and a friend always he stuck by me in the hard old days
He never
Here's to you, my ramblin' boy
May all your ramblin' bring you joy

Late one night in a jungle camp
The weather it was cold and damp
He got the chills
the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon;
In cabin or dance-hall, camp or dive, mucklucks or patent shoon;
On velvet tundra or virgin peak, by glacier,
Do not use any cellular or G-P-S devices!
Surrender all weapons at once!
Attention! This way to the camps!

I woke up in a black FEMA box
Darkness
concentrate on all the bad
And all the things I wish I had
How can the dark clouds ever pass
Weeping may endure for a night 
But joy comes in the morning
Reverend Bill Funderburk sings "He Cared That Much For Me"
Charles Surratt introduces his own composition "On Calvary For Me"
"The Joy of Knowing
back at the plate
But swing and miss on the third time
And your bills are paid by the state
"Don't you worry 'bout healthcare,"
John Q stated,
and the sitar out
"We gonna camp in the city park, man."

I says, "Boys, let me explain the situation to ya.
"A: you're gettin' me down
"And B: we got us a leash
kiss is all I need
It can't take me for a ride in the country
Or walkin' in the rain

Money never feels any joy
Honey it sure don't feel any pain
I
[Wyclef (Lauryn Hill)] 
Yes, Refugee Camp (Yeah, Yeah Refugee Camp uh! Ah!) 
Yo, It never stops, what?! 
We comin' back! (Murder that boy!)
In a land the Spanish once had called the Northern Mystery, 
Where rivers run and disappear the mustang still is free.
By the Devil's wash
In a land the Spanish once had called the Northern Mystery, 
Where rivers run and disappear the mustang still is free.
By the Devil's wash
When The Bees Are In The Hive - Bill Monroe
(Bryan/Mills)


By the mill stream sits the Miller's pretty daughter
Her cheeks are like the first red
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)

When the snow falls on Christmas Eve,
And everything's white
I sit by the window,
And remember another night
chorus x2 (Willie D)

I ain't goin' to war for a shit talkin' president
   [Fuck fuck fuck a war]

(Bushwick Bill)

In Vietnam a lot of niggas died young
Yo Bill, what in the fuck you doin here?

Aw shit
I woke up on the wrong side of bed today
Lookin' for some homo sapiens to slay
Lost in
dazzled by a room
Of newsmen. Sally keep the faith, let's hope this war ends soon

In a damaged prison camp where they no longer had command
They shook
cast my own stones
Oh oh oh

I'm the man in the mirror y'all
Oh oh oh
I can see my wall
Oh oh oh
But I'm here by grace
Oh oh oh
Through Christ by faith
and the white pony
On my back are bills staying off my toes always on my heels
Insane, plain, soldiers coming in the dark by plane
To enforce the new system by
and the white pony
On my back are bills staying off my toes always on my heels
Insane, plain, soldiers coming in the dark by plane
To enforce the new system by
people

Oh oh oh
Fall on our face

Oh oh oh

And ask God everything in me that's not right take it away

Gimme that joy I can't explain
Add extra
Up in them five star tellies and two mic rhymes
Be them average MC's of the times
Unlike them, we craft gems
So systematically inclined to pen lines
and the glass, come back to me
Leave your bills all unpaid
Let your bed go unmade
Your souffle unsouffled, come back to me
Come by sail, come by freight
In
and the white pony
On my back are bills staying off my toes always on my heels
Insane, plain, soldiers coming in the dark by plane
To enforce the new system by