Fire Shut Up in My Bones, Act I: I get on my knees, pray to the Lord to make me strong. (”Live”)

Chauncey Packer - Pop, Live
Fire Shut Up in My Bones, Act I: I get on my knees, pray to the Lord to make me strong. (”Live”)
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I get on my knees, pray to the Lord to make me strong Ask to be a righteous man when I wake up in the morn Get up to a brand new day, be the best man that I can be When I start to sin again, ain't even half past three But the Lord love the sinner What else can I think but the Lord love the sinner in me? Lord love the sinner, Lord love the sinner What else can I think but the Lord love the sinner in me? I gеt down on my knees, pray to God to atone When I wake up in thе morn, I forget I ain't alone Then he open his eyes Slip a hand 'tween my thighs And I let it slip my mind that my man has a wife But the Lord love the sinner, Lord love the sinner What else can I think but the Lord love the sinner in me? Lord love the sinner, Lord love the sinner What else can I think but the Lord love the sinner in me? This town ain't got much, but it's got a source of pride Little ways down the road, they shot down Bonnie and Clyde As the bullets shook the car, they looked in each other's eyes Said, "We had a good run, but if this is how we die" "We know the Lord love the sinner, Lord love the sinner" "We had lots of fun 'cause the Lord love the sinner in me" Lord love the sinner, Love love the sinner We had lots of fun 'cause the Lord love the sinner in me Stay here, baby You don't need to see You better hope the Lord love a sinner or you two gonna burn Let God sort it out, Verna Ain't no business of yours If the Lord don't strike you down, your woman might He may love a sinner, but Billie love her man and she fixin' for a fight Billie, I told you, she on him like a cat scratching its behind I can see for myself, Verna, I ain't blind Ruby, I hope you good with your maker, gal, 'cause you 'bout to die Aw, Billie, come on now, we just having fun You gon' be the last woman's husband this bitch rub up on Billie, don't talk like that, put down the gun If you wanna live, heifer, you better run And you and me, you and me, Spinner, you and me, we done Mama, why'd you let her get away? Oh, baby
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