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• Artiste: Pat Green
• Titre: Poetry
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(Walt Wilkins/Davis Raines) Some things I've done make my conscience burn My very spine shudder and squirm I only hope that I've learned from my sin I heard a voice when I was thirteen Got baptized - washed up clean But the world has a way, if you know what I mean To scuff you up again and again I can't explain a blessed thing Not a falling star, or a feathered wing Or how a man in chains has the strength to sing Just one thing is clear to me there's always more than what appears to be And when the light's just right I swear I see poetry Now, somebody made every natural thing From the soul, inside out to saturn's rings How my baby smiles and how Ray Charles sings Of course we were created The clouds make rain, the ocean makes sand The earth breates fire, and lava makes land Now that took a mighty hand And a wild imagination I can't explain a blessed thing Not a falling star, or a feathered wing Or how a man in chains has the strength to sing Just one thing is clear to me there's always more than what appears to be And when the light's just right I swear I see poetry The dreams I dreamed came back ten-fold The friends I have, the woman I hold I look down and I'm on streets of gold After all the mud along the way And sometimes the big old mystery Just leans right on me And whispers that I'm home and I am free And I'll take that any day I can't explain a blessed thing Not a falling star, or a feathered wing Or how a man in chains has the strength to sing Just one thing is clear to me there's always more than what appears to be And when the light's just right I swear I see poetry