Ноты Craig Morgan - The Father, My Son, And the Holy Ghost - Пианино&Вокал

Артикул: PVO0024207

Артист: Craig Morgan

Произведение: The Father, My Son, And the Holy Ghost

Аранжировка: Пианино&Вокал

Другие аранжировки: Пианино.Соло , Пианино.Easy

Жанр: Кантри

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Craig Morgan - The Father, My Son, And the Holy Ghost

Lights are shining bright, it's always downtown on the road
I have friends that come from outta town asking me to go
They say, "There's so much going on,
Why don't you come along and show us around?"

I tell them Karen's not feeling well so I probably shouldn't go out
Besides I've gotta fix a list of things I need to do around the house
Then I hang up the phone, turn the radio back on, and sit back down
I know my boy ain't here but he ain't gone

In the morning I wake up, give her a kiss, head to the kitchen
Pour a cup of wake-me-up and try to rouse up some ambition
Go outside, sit by myself but I ain't alone
I've got the Father, my son, and the Holy Ghost

I've been beat up, I been pushed and shoved but never really knocked down
Between mom and dad, Uncle Sam and friends I somehow always pulled out
But the pain of this was more
Than I'd ever felt before, yeah I was broke

I cried and cried and cried until I passed out on the floor
Then I prayed and prayed and prayed till I thought I couldn't pray anymore
And minute by minute, day by day, my God, He gave me hope
I know my boy ain't here but he ain't gone

In the mornings I wake up, give her a kiss, head to the kitchen
Pour a cup of wake-me-up and try to rouse up some ambition
Go outside, sit by myself but I ain't alone
See, I've got the Father, my son, and the Holy Ghost

I hope, I love, I pray, I cry
I heal a little more each day inside
I won't completely heal till I go home

In the morning I wake up, give her a kiss, head to the kitchen
Pour a cup of wake-me-up and try to rouse up some ambition
Go outside, sit by myself but I ain't alone
I've got the Father, my son, and the Holy Ghost
One day I'll wake up and I'll be home
With the Father, my son, and the Holy Ghost