Feel The Rhythm
Sing The Blues
In the Nation,
there are bluesicians,
who turned politicians,
into wannabe musicians.
Feel the rhythm, sing the blues,
all over Gods, beautiful creation
His heavenly singing Nation,
sings,
feel the rhythm, sing the blues.
As I ponder what to say,
I keep You close, my need to pray.
I pray for courage to face the day,
so I may go forth without dismay.
Times are tough, we've all had enough.
Enough of hatred, sorrow and pain.
Heal me Jesus so I no longer,
write the Govern to bitch and complain.
Take me from the cotton fields,
to a field of dreams, that do come true.
Where equality shines the brightest light,
a light that shines,
when we sing.
Feel the rhythm, sing the blues
all over Gods heavenly creation
His heavenly singing Nation,
sings,
feel the rhythm
sing the blues.
(C)2007
dmc
