Lyrics:
here grabbin' at the flies 'round this rockin' chair
My dear old aunt Harriet--in Heaven she be
Send me, sweet chariot, for the end of the trouble I
traded our rings and our souls|The moment our children turned one breath old|Love is forever but it's held together|By moments of heaven on earth||First
Pretty Little Baby
Marvin Gaye
Written by: Clarence Paul/Marvin Gaye/Dave Hamilton
Darling, please stay, don't go away
(If you leave me)
What
Oh, island in the sun
Willed to me by my father's hand
All my days I will sing in praise
Of your forest, waters, your shining sand
As morning
here grabbin' at the flies round this rockin' chair
My dear old aunt Harriet, in Heaven she be
Send me sweet chariot, for the end of the trouble I
here grabbin' at the flies 'round this rockin' chair
My dear old aunt Harriet--in Heaven she be
Send me, sweet chariot, for the end of the trouble I
here grabbin' at the flies round this rockin' chair
My dear old aunt Harriet, in Heaven she be
Send me sweet chariot, for the end of the trouble I
Old rockin' chair's got me
(Old rocking chair got you, father)
Cane by my side
(Your cane by your side)
Fetch me that gin, son
(I ain't got no
of creation sing with me now
Fill up the heavens let his glory resound
And every knee will bow oh and every tongue praise
The father praise the son
daughters,
Promiscuous mothers with your incestuous fathers.
Engreat souls condemned for all eternity,
Sustained by immoral observance a domineering deity.
got your love, the power of your glory, ah
Ooh yeah, trillin me
All right
Can't judge a mother by the skin of the father
Can't judge a book by
they can keep their heads safely buried in the sand
This is my Father's world and He can fix it
Our hopeless band-aids are all counterfeit
In
here grabbin' at the flies 'round this rockin' chair
My dear old aunt Harriet--in Heaven she be
Send me, sweet chariot, for the end of the trouble I
Every time I see you
I'm spinning like the tops intoxicated lady
What you doing? Don't you stop
Every time you pass me by I
See Heaven in yo' eyes
There goes the mountain, father of fir trees
Home for the grizzlies, under its snow
Shorn of its timber, torn by the monsters
Taken by truckloads
Recorded by hank williams, sr.
Words and music by jenkins
[g] a prodigal son once [c] strayed from his [g] father
To travel a land of [a] hunger
at Christmastime
He knew the seasons to the day
Knew Paul and peter by first name
He could answer any question he was asked
With the family bible
set me here grabbin' at the flies round this rocking chair
My dear old aunt Harriet, in Heaven she be,
Send me sweet chariot, for the end
This one is, um
A short rendition
In which, uh, me and a pianist mate of mine
By the name of Prince Paul
I shall not relieve, I mean reveal,
from afar . . .
From a grandma in her rockin' chair
And from a lover's heart,
Wished on a star . . .
There's a big blue cloud next to heaven
Where
the sun
Built to me by my father's hand
All my days I will sing in praise
Of your forest waters your shining sand
As morning breaks the heaven on high
I
You are holy, holy
The universe declares Your majesty
You are holy, holy
Lord of Heaven and Earth
Lord of Heaven and Earth
So Early in
[Chorus:]
Oh, island in the sun
Willed to me by my father's hand
All my days I will sing in praise
Of your forest, waters, your shining sand
As morning
got your love, the power of your glory, ah
Ooh yeah, trillin' me
All right
Can't judge a mother by the skin of the father
Can't judge a book by
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