Lyrics:
healing in his wings
Mild he lays his glory by,
Born that man no more may die:
Born to raise the son of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
of peace!
Hail the Son of righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings
Ris'n with healing in His wings
Mild He lays His glory by
Born that man no more may
I bought a bourgeois house in the Hollywood hills
With a truckload of hundred thousand dollar bills
Man came by to hook up my cable TV
We settled
children
His son, the Doctor's up in Ohio
His daughter owns a bank in California
But he don't ever see them anymore.
The old man no one loves is what
we would kill
And daddy, won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County?
Down by the Green River where Paradise lay
Well, I'm sorry, my son, but
a woman puts on a pair of walking shoes
You ought to know by now
There's nothing, son, that you can do
For a broken heart
Ain't nothing when
Born and raised as a rich man's son
You were always the restless one
Living high only made you low
So you packed up and hit the road
[Chorus:]
his glory by
Born that man no more may die
Born to raise the sons of earth
Born to give them second birth
Hark! the herald angels sing
Glory
Remorseless Norsemen swim ashore
The Eastern coast belongs to us no more
Shirtless in the rain
The heathen army's upon us once again
Led by the sons
one said it'd be easy
The old man told me this my son I'm telling it to you
Days turn to minutes
And minutes to memories
Life sweeps away
forty sons
Though most of them feel victim to the cruel harpoon guns
Ah but he was too much wise to get caught by the gunners' eyes
And so he lived
girls lead me by my hand,
And then the world will know the hoochie coochie man.
[Chorus]
On the seventh hour, on the seventh day,
On the seventh
sins, son, and walk ye straight
Stop talkin' all that trash, boy, and talk ye straight
Afflicted by the pressures of life at every vital point
Still, I
sins, son, and walk ye straight
Stop talkin' all that trash, boy, and talk ye straight
Afflicted by the pressures of life at every vital point
Still, I
If he went there and saw his son
What words could he possibly say
Would his own child recognize him
And if he did, would he turn away?
Dare he
The gypsy woman told my mother
Before I was born
I got a boy child's comin'
He's gonna be a son of a gun
He gonna make pretty women's
Jump
a child, you need a parental coalition of a man and a woman
We have sons, by not having have a father in the home, they don't know how to respect women
The gypsy woman told my mama
On the day I was born
Oh, you got a boy child comin'
Oh Lord, he's gonna be a son of a gun
He's gonna make those
stretch
I got it mastered man
In the hood I'm like plastic man!
Stretch
Fantastic man,
I make the money come faster man!
Yeah
Your favorite bad guy's gone,
the New York Times said
God is dead and the war's begun
Alvin Tostig has a son today
And he shall be Levon
And he shall be a good man
Yes, he shall be
by my hand
Then the world'll know
The hoochie-coochie man
Don't you know I'm here
Everybody knows I'm here
Well, you know I'm
I believe in God the Father
Almighty Maker of Heaven and Maker of Earth
And in Jesus Christ His only begotten Son, our Lord
He was conceived by
If you ever go back into Wooly Swamp son you better not go at night
There's things out there in the middle of them woods
That'd make a strong man
the heaven born Prince of Peace,
Hail the Son of Righteousness
Light and life to all He brings,
Ris'n with healing in His wings
Mild he lays His glory by
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