I Have Grown From A Man To A God - Slowed | English

Well he yelled out from the back row look here preacher man We all know you're new here but you need to understand It don't really scare us when you yell and shake your fist You see we already know that hell exists Its six months short of thirty years when the boss man lays you off No thinking you no pair of shoes no shiny new gold watch Its payments you cant make on a house that you cant sell See a man don't have to die to go to hell No you don't have to die to go to hell So tell us bout them angels and how they fly around and sing Tell us how to get there cause we all want to be Restin in the arms of Jesus no shame or pain or tears There's hell enough to go around down here Its a place out by the airport where the girls dance just for you And all you feel is drunk and broke and lonely when their through Its waking up with nothing but that stale tobacco smell See a man don't have to die to go to hell Nah you don't have to die to go to hell Its every other weekend and Wednesday with your kid And knowing that he'll hate you when he finds out what you did Cause you'd all still be together if you loved his momma well There ain't no end to stories we can tell Yeah a man don't have to die to go to hell So tell us bout them angels how they fly around and sing

I have a song to sing, O! (Sing me your song, O!) It is sung to the moon by a love-lorn loon Who fled from the mocking throng-o It's the song of a merry man moping mum Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb As he sighed for the love of a lady. Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb As he sighed for the love of a lady. I have a song to sing, O! (What is your song, O?) It is sung with the ring of the songs maids sing Who loved with a love life-long-o It's a song of a merry maid peerly proud Who loved a lord and who laughed aloud At the moan of the merry man moping mum Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb As he sighed for the love of a lady. Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb As he sighed for the love of a lady. I have a song to sing, O! (Sing me your song, O) It is sung to the knell of a church-yard bell And a doleful dirge ding-dong o It's a song of a popinjay bravely born Who turned up his noble nose with scorn At the humble merry maid peerly proud Who loved a lord and who laughed aloud At the moan of a merry man moping mum Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb As he sighed for the love of a lady. Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb As he sighed for the love of a lady. I have a song to sing, O! (I have a song to sing) I have a song to sing-o! It is sung with a sigh and a tear in the eye for it tells of a righted wrong-o It's a song of the merry maid once so gay Who turned on her heel and tripped away From the peacock popinjay bravely born Who turned up his noble nose with scorn At the humble heart that he did not prize So she begged on her knees with downcast eyes For the love of the merry man moping mum Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb As he sighed for the love of a lady. Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de, His pains were o'er and he sighed no more For he lived in the love of a lady. Hey-di, hey-di, his pains were o'er And he sighed no more For he lived in the love of a lady.