Left a good job in the city Workin' for the man every night and day And I never lost one minute of sleepin' Worryin' 'bout the way things might have been Big wheel keep on turnin' Proud Mary keep on burnin' Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis Pumped a lot of 'pane down in New Orleans But I never saw the good side of the city 'Til I hitched a ride on a river boat queen Big wheel keep on turnin' Proud Mary keep on burnin' Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river If you come down to the river Bet you gonna find some people who live You don't have to worry 'cause you have no money People on the river are happy to give Big wheel keep on turnin' Proud Mary keep on burnin' Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river

Some folks are born made to wave the flag Ooh they're red, white, and blue And when the band played Hail to the chief Ooh, they point the cannon at you Lord It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no senator's son It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no furtunate one Some folks are born silver spoon in hand Lord, don't they help themselves But when the taxman come to the door Lord, the house lookin' like a rummage sale It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no millionaire's son It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one Yeah, some folks inherit star-spangled eyes Ooh, they send you down to war And when you ask 'em How much should we give Hoo, they only answer, More, more, more, no It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no military son It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one Oh one, oh one It ain't me y'all, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one, no It ain't me no, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one One one one ow It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate son, son oh It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe Help to make the season bright Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow Will find it hard to sleep tonight They know that Santa's on his way He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh And every mother's child is gonna spy To see if reindeer really know how to fly And so I'm offering this simple phrase To kids from one to 92 Although it's been said many times Many ways, Merry Christmas to you And so I'm offering this simple phrase To kids from one to 92 Although it's been said many times Many ways, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas to you

There once was a kingdom far far away Where love was the rule of the day Nothing more, nothing less Then to give your friend your best There's much more story that I could tell To make the hardest hearts swell This is the story When love was king When love was king Do you remember when love was king? When love was king I remember, oh, when love was king He ruled the land With his fist unfurled With open arms for the world Of hungry children, first he'd think To pull their lives from the brink When love was king He'd rescued souls that were lost in the sea In drifting vessels, he would hear their plea When love was king He threw a line before they'd sink And gave the thirsty ones a drink He told the meek that they should try To use the sword to smite the lie That being kind is for the weak I pray the Lord these words we seek, oh oh oh When love was king He showed respect for every man Regardless of their skin and clan Beside him stood his mighty queen An equal force, wise and keen He lifted up the underneath And all his wealth he did bequeath To those who toiled without a gain So they could remember his reign, oh oh So seek some place to call your own Right the side this mighty shining throne When love was king, oh oh oh oh oh Do you remember Do you remember When love was king?

When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in the cradle In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Tex-arkana In them old cotton fields back home Oh, when them cotton ball' get rotten You can't pick very much cotton In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Tex-arkana In them old cotton fields back home When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in the cradle In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Tex-arkana In them old cotton fields back home Oh, when them cotton ball' get rotten You can't pick very much cotton In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Tex-arkana In them old cotton fields back home When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in the cradle In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Tex-arkana In them old cotton fields back home In them old cotton fields back home