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Words by Danny O'Keefe / Music by Bob Dylan
The man who stole the water will swim forevermore
But he'll never reach the land on that golden shore
That faint white light will haunt his heart
Till he's only a memory lost in the dark
Dig a hole in the ground straight down to hell
Till there ain't no more water in the well, well, well
When you're down on your knees with nothing left to sell
Try diggin a little deeper in the well, well, well
Well, well, well
Well, well, well
Take care of your body like you care for your soul
Don't you dig yourself into a hole
Until you've paid the price you can't know what it's worth
The air and water, the fire and earth
Dig a hole in the ground straight down to hell
Till there ain't no more water in the well, well, well
When you're down on your knees with nothing left to sell
Try diggin a little deeper in the well well well
Well, well, well
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Words and music by Ben Harper
How I am strong
Is to know what makes me weak
How I am found
Is to know just whom I seek
The gift of a blessing
The burden of a sin
Oh- turn,
turn to him
I want to be ready
I want to be ready
I want to be ready
Ready to put on my long white robe
Nailed across
From hand to hand
For the sin
Of the woman and man
And all upon his earth
Is all within his plan
And I know this shall be my journey home
I want to be ready
I want to be ready
I want to be ready
Ready to put on my long white robe
Ready
I want to be ready
Want to be ready
Ready to put on my long white robe
Covet no silver
Covet no gold
Reach your empty
Hands for him to hold
Up in his kingdom
Glory shall be proclaimed
Sing the song
And praise his name
I want to be ready
I want to be ready
I want to be ready
Ready to put on my long white robe
Ready
I want to be ready
I want to be ready
Ready to put on my long white robe
Ready
I want to be ready
I want to be ready
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Words and music by Ben Harper
Lord I work to serve you
And I hope I've served you well
Oh — I've lived a life to join you
And now only time will tell
Oh — Take my hand when you are worried
Take my hand when you're alone
Take my hand and let me guide you
Take my hand to lead you home
Father dear father
Pulled his car to the side of the road
Looked at his children with tears in his eyes
Said life is too heavy a load
Take my hand when you are worried
Take my hand when you're alone
Take my hand and let me guide you
Take my hand to lead you home
Some days I'm struck with sorrow
Need a place to hide
There's nowhere else you can put life
But way down deep inside
Take my hand and let me guide you
Take my hand when you're alone
Take my hand and let me guide you
Take my hand to lead you home
Take my hand when you are worried
Take my hand to lead you home
Take my hand and let me guide you
Take my hand to lead you home
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Words and music by Ben Harper
It hangs above my altar
Like they hung him from a cross
I keep one in my wallet
For the times I feel lost
I feel lost
In a wooden frame with splinters
Where my family kneels to pray
And if you listen close
You'll hear the words he used to say
I've got a picture of Jesus
In his arms so many prayers rest
We've got a picture of Jesus
And with him we shall be forever blessed
Forever blessed
Forever blessed
Now it has been spoken
He would come again
But would we recognize
This king among men
There was a man in our time
His words shine bright like the sun
He tried to lift the masses
And was crucified by gun
He was a picture of Jesus
With him so many prayers rest
He is a picture of Jesus
In his arms so many prayers
So many prayers
So many prayers rest
With him we shall be forever blessed
Forever blessed
Forever blessed
Some days have no beginning
And some days have no end
Some roads are straight and narrow
And some roads only bend
So let us say a prayer
For every living thing
Walking towards a light
From the cross of a king
We long to be a picture of Jesus
Of Jesus
In his arms
In his arms so many prayers rest
I long to be a picture of Jesus
With him we shall be forever blessed
With him we shall
With him we shall be forever blessed
Oh- Oh- I long
I've got a picture of Jesus
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Words and music by Ben Harper
Oh — I sat down upon the church house steps
I sat down upon the church house steps
I sat down upon the church house
Down upon the church house steps
With all my hopes and dreams
All of my regrets
Oh — I sat down upon the church house steps
I sat down upon the church house steps
I sat down
I sat down upon the church house steps
With all I have lost
And with all I have been blessed
Oh — I sat down
Oh — I sat down
Oh — I sat down upon
I sat down upon the church house steps
I reached to the sky
As I hung my head and wept
Oh — I wept
Oh — I sat down
Oh — I sat down
I sat down
Oh — I sat down
If these wings should fail me
(Won't you) meet me with another pair
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Words and music by Ben Harper
Have you ever lost your way,
Have you ever feared another day,
And have you ever misplaced your mind,
Watching this world leave (in) you behind.
Won't you,
Won't you give,
Won't you give a man,
Give a man a home.
Have you ever worn thin,
Have you ever never known where to begin,
Have you ever lost your belief,
Watching your fate turn to grief.
Won't you,
Won't you give,
Won't you give a man,
Give a man a home.
Won't you,
Won't you give,
Won't you give a man,
Give a man a home.
In a world that is unwhole,
You have got to fight, just to keep your soul,
Some would rather give than receive,
Some would rather give up before they believe.
Won't you,
Won't you give,
Won't you give a man,
Give a man a home.
Won't you,
Won't you give,
Won't you give a man,
Give a man a home.
Won't you,
Won't you give,
Won't you give a man,
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Words and music by Ben Harper
Children come running to the truth
But you've got to peel the skin to get the fruit
And while one's living high another's grieving
But what's sweet by morning is bitter by the evening
Oh — What's sweet by morning is bitter by the evening
The wicked
The wicked
The wicked man shall fall
The wicked
The wicked
The wicked man shall fall
When the moon chase away the sun
And cause my day to run
I will not fear the darkest night
For I know upon the other side is light
Oh — The other side is light
The wicked
The wicked
The wicked man shall fall
The wicked
The wicked
The wicked man shall fall
Every man is a common man
And every common man has his plan
But while the hungry man seek any food in sight
The greedy man seek only appetite
Oh — The greedy man seek only appetite
The wicked
The wicked
The wicked man shall fall
The wicked
The wicked
The wicked man shall fall
Oh — The wicked man shall fall
Oh — The wicked
The wicked
Oh — The wicked man shall fall
Fall — Fall — Fall — Fall
Wicked man
Wicked man
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Traditional written by J.W. Vaughan / J. Rowe
Original title: If I Could Hear My Mother Pray Again
How sweet and happy seem those days of which I dream
Memories I recall now and then
And with a rapture sweet my weary heart would beat
If I could hear my mother pray again
If I could only hear my mother pray again
If I could hear her tender voice as then
How happy I would be
It would mean so much to me
If I could hear my mother pray again
Around the old homeplace her cherishing smiling face
Was always bringing comfort joy and cheer
And when she used to sing to her eternal King
It was the sound I loved to hear
If I could only hear my mother pray again
If I could hear her tender voice as then
How happy I would be
It would mean so much to me
If I could hear my mother pray again
If I could hear my mother pray again
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Words and music by Ben Harper
Battered and torn still I can see the light
Tattered and worn but I must kneel to fight
Friend of mine what can't you spare
I know some times it gets cold in there
When my legs no longer carry
and the warm wind chills my bones
I reach for Mother Mary
and I shall not walk alone
Hope is alive while we're apart
Only tears speak from my heart
Break the chains that hold us down
And we shall be forever bound
When I'm tired and weary
and a long way from home
I reach for Mother Mary
and I shall not walk alone
I shall not walk alone
Beauty that we left behind
How shall we tomorrow find
Set aside our weight in sin
So that we can live again
When my legs no longer carry
and the warm wind chills my bones
I reach for Mother Mary
and I shall not walk alone
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Words and music by Ben Harper
We're gonna make it to the church on time
We're gonna make it to the church on time
Put on your Sunday best
I'll put on mine
We're gonna make it to the church on time
We're gonna make it to the church on time
We're gonna make it to the church on time
Need to hear the preacher
Give me a sign
We're gonna make it to the church on time
We're gonna make it to the church on time
We're gonna make it to the church on time
I'm gonna get my soul in line
I'm gonna make it to the church on time
We're gonna make it to the church
We're gonna make it to the church on time
We're gonna leave all of our troubles behind
I'm gonna make it to the church on time
We're gonna make it to the church on time
We're gonna make it to the church on time
You may be rich may not have a dime
We're gonna make it to the church on time
We're gonna make it
Oh — We're gonna make it
Oh — We're gonna make it to the church on time
Trouble at heart — Oh — trouble in mind
We're gonna make it, Lord, to the church on time
Revelation chapter eight
Revelation chapter eight
Seven angels at the gate
You don't want to make them wait
Oh — We're gonna make it
Oh — I'm gonna make it
I'm gonna make it
Oh —I'm gonna make it to the church on time
Oh — To the church
Oh — To the church on time
On your Sunday best
On your Sunday best
Sunday best
I'm gonna put on
I'm gonna put on
I'm gonna put on mine
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Ben Harper / Jason Yates / Marc Ford
There's no deals to be made with the dawn
Now I fear that our time has come and gone
They say freedom is just a place to hide
Now I'm coming to you with my arms open wide
(Oh — won't you tell me)
Where could I go to the Lord
Take a prayer with you to heaven for me
Oh — And give it to the Lord
Give it to the Lord
Cause nothing else could save a sinner
Sinner like me
Oh — But an angel's word
Just an angel's word
Now — Oh now — what is — what is too true
What is hard is much too true
Oh — and what's true Oh — is much too too hard
And now where — where could I go but to the Lord
Mama was hard on us but we could take it
And papa didn't give a damn and he couldn't fake it
They say freedom
Oh — Freedom is just an other place to hide
Now I'm coming to you with my arms open wide
(And tell me)
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Words and music by Ben Harper
I wish we could live forever
Then melt into the sun
Melt into the sun
Time is gonna change you
Once it gets you on the run
Gets you on the run
There will be
There will be
There will be a light
There will be a light
There will be
There will be
There will be a light
There will be a light
I've been running
Ever since
Ever since I was a child
Some call it free
And some call it wild
There will be
There will be
There will be a light
There will be a light
There will be
There will be
There will be a light
There will be a light
Let the warmth of my love
Dry away all your tears
Fear not for I am with you
I will fear not — fear not — with you here
There will be
There will be
There will be a light
There will be a light
There will be
There will be
There will be a light
There will be a light
There will be
There will be
There will be a light
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Joe H. "Red" Hayes / Jack Rhodes (1955)
How many times have you heard someone say
"If I had his money I'd do things my way"
But little they know that it's so hard to find
One rich man in ten with a satisfied mind
Once I was waiting in fortune and fame
Everything that I dreamed of to get a start in life's game
Suddenly it happened I lost every dime
But I'm richer by far with a satisfied mind
When my life is over and my time has run out
My friends and my loved ones I'll leave there's no doubt
But one thing is for certain when it comes my time
I'll leave here for certain with a satisfied mind
I got a satisfied mind
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