Preacher told me don't set trip on a Sunday Knowing damn well that there'll get you laid Monday Lord have mercy Please Heaven's mercy Lord have mercy Please Heaven's mercy Na-na-na na-na na-na Never, ever ever get caught tellin' on my niggas I'm a gangbanger, deadbeat father and drug dealer When the money and fame gone, tell me who stayin' with you Runnin' from God's creation Shakin' these broken hands and meetin' with blank faces Snake eyes keepin' my back achin' Dirty habits of rappin' and bein' savage Still hangin' with niggas that can't do nothin' but cause damage Guess I'm bein' a real nigga like I'm 'posed to be But bein' real never once bought the groceries and Top told me keep rappin', you'll make it hopefully And hope was all that I needed, dreamin' myself to work This workin' affair was better than bullet holes in my shirt The demons hate when you make it and stay alive They'd rather see me down under than see me fly Lord have mercy! Lord have mercy Please Heaven's mercy Lord have mercy Please Heaven's mercy They say I was a wanted man, a wanted man Runnin' with my gun in hand, gun in hand They don't wanna see the wanted man, the wanted man Comin' through with the gun in hand, the gun in hand Damn Lord have mercy

For what we have done and left undone We fall on Your countless mercies For sins that are known and those unknown We call on Your name so holy For envy and pride, for closing our eyes For scorning our very neighbor In thought, word, and deed, we've failed You, our King How deeply we need a Savior Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us For what You have done, Your life of love You perfectly lived, we praise You Though tempted and tried, You fixed Your eyes You finished the work God gave You And there on the tree, a King among thieves You bled for a world's betrayal You loved to the end, our merciful friend How pure and forever faithful Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us For hearts that are cold for seizing control For scorning our very Maker In thought, word, and deed, we've failed You, our King How deeply we need a Savior Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us

Well, I grew up wild and free Walkin' these fields in my barefeet There wasn't no place I couldn't go With a .22 rifle and a fishin' pole Well, I live in the city but don't fit in You know it's a pity the shape I'm in Well, I got no home and I got no choice Oh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy When I was young I remember well I'd hunt the wild turkey and bobwhite quail The river was clear and deep back then Had fishin' lines tied to the willow limb Well, I live in the city but don't fit in You know it's a pity the shape I'm in Well, I got no home and I got no choice Oh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy Well, they damned the river, they damned the stream They cut down the Cyprus and the Sweetgum trees There's a laundromat and a barbershop And now the whole meadow is a parking lot Well, I live in the city but don't fit in You know it's a pity the shape I'm in Well, I got no home and I got no choice Oh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy Well, I live in the city but don't fit in You know it's a pity the shape I'm in Well, I got no home and I got no choice Oh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy Oh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy

Delia, Delia, how can it be? You love that old rounder, but you don't love me Well, that's one more rounder gone Delia, Delia sitting all around Some of your old rounders gonna pay my way back home Sitting on the housetop, high as I can see You love that old rounder, but you don't love me Delia's poor mother took a trip out West When she returned, Delia lyin' in rest Delia's mother wept, Delia's father moaned They'd have wanted their poor child to die at home Rubber tired buggy, two-seated hack, Took Delia to the graveyard, never brought her back Kenny lookin' high, Kenny lookin' low, Shot poor Delia with that hated .44 Delia, Delia, wouldn't take no one's advice Last words I heard her say were, "Jesus Christ!" Judge said to Kenny, "Here's a natural fact: You going to wait in jail till Delia come back" Kenny's in the basement, drinking from a silver cup Delia's in the graveyard, never come back up Kenny said to judge, "What's the fuss about? Just that no good woman trying to put me out"

My love don't change There's going to be some stealing My love don't change There's going to be some stealing done And if I backbite you I don't mean no harm What do you want with a woman When she won't do nothing you say What do you want with a woman When she won't do nothing you say What do you want with a rooster When he won't crow 'fore day If my love don't change There's going to be some riding done If my love don't change There's going to be some riding done And if I take you woman I just be made my run Going in one of these alleys Get me some lonesome booze Going in one of these alleys Get me a quart of this lonesome booze My woman done left me I got these love changing blues

I was travelin' through South Americas Walked up to a lady's house Called her Grandma Didn't know her name, she give me something to eat Walked on down the road I heard a old train, getting off like this I heard a old bell ring, kinda like this I went on down, I heard an old whistle blow, I heard it saying Look a-yonder Look a-yonder At the women At the women I went on then, and begin to sing to the engineer Mr. Engineer, let a man ride the blinds Mr. Engineer, let a poor man ride the blinds Said, "I wouldn't mind it, fella But you know this train ain't mine" I begin to hear that old fella blow it long, sho' Here the way he blowed Then I begin to sing to him one more time You're a cruel fireman, low-down engineer You're a cruel fireman, low-down engineer I'm trying' to hobo my way And you leave me standing' here Then I go along further and begin to sing "Poor Boy" to him Then he begin to smile in my face Get up, fella, ride all 'round the world Get up, fella, ride all 'round the world Poor boy, you ain't got no girl Then I begin to hear him tell me about those cheese and eggs How he wanted 'em fixed Hear him say Scrambled down Scrambled down Scrambled down Then I begin to hear him tell me about those cheese and eggs I hear him say Cheese Eggs Dinner Dinner Then I begin to hear him tell me about Emry I love you Emry, I love you true Love you, Emry, tell the world I do 'Em

Wake up mama, turn your lamp down low Wake up mama, turn your lamp down low Have you got the nerve to drive Papa McTell from your door My mother died and left me reckless My daddy died and left me wild, wild, wild Mother died and left me reckless Daddy died and left me wild, wild, wild No, I'm not good lookin' I'm some sweet woman's Angel child You're a mighty mean woman, to do me this a way You're a mighty mean woman, to do me this a way When I leave this town, pretty mama, I'm going away to stay While I loved a woman, better than even I'd ever seen I once loved a woman, better than even I'd ever seen Treat me like I was a king and she was a doggone queen Sister, tell your brother, brother tell your auntie now Auntie tell your uncle, uncle tell my cousin now, cousin tell my friend Goin' up the country, mama, don't you want to go? May take me a fair brown, may take me one or two more Big Eighty left Savannah, Lord, and did not stop You ought to saw that colored fireman when he got that boiler hot You can reach over in the corner mama and hand me my travelin' shoes You know by that, I've got them Statesboro blues Mama, sister got 'em, auntie got 'em Brother got 'em, friend got 'em, I got 'em Woke up this morning, we had them Statesboro blues I looked over in the corner, grandpa and grandma had 'em too