AMERIICAN REQUIEM

Nothing really ends For things to stay the same, they have to change again Hello, my old friend You change your name but not the ways you play pretend American Requiem Them big ideas, are buried here (Yeah, yeah) Amen It's a lot of talking going on While I sing my song Can you hear me? I said, "Do you hear me?" Looka dere, looka dere now Looka dere, looka dere Looka, looka, looka dere, looka dere Looka, looka, looka dere, looka dere Looka, looka, looka dere, looka dere Looka, looka, looka dere, looka dere It's a lotta chatter in here But let me make myself clear Can you hear me? Or do you fear me? (Ow) Can we stand for something? Now is the time to face the wind (Ow) Covered in peace and love, y'all, oh A lotta taking up space Salty tears beyond my gaze Can you stand me? (Can you stand me? Can you stand me? Can you stand me?) Can we stand? (Can you stand me? Can you stand me? Can you stand me?) Can you stand with me? (Can you stand me? Can you stand me? Can you stand me?) Can we stand for something? Now is the time to face the wind Now ain't the time to pretend Now is the time to let love in Thinking to myself (Thinking to myself) It's a lot of talking going on, oh While I sing my song, yeah Do you hear me when I say? Do you hear me when I say? Looka dere, looka dere Looka, look-, looka, looka, looka, looka, looka, looka, looka dere, looka dere L-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-looka dere Oh, looka dere, looka dere, looka dere, looka dere L-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-look, yeah Can we stand for something? Now is the time to face the wind (Now is the time to face the wind) Now ain't the time to pretend Now is the time to let love in (To let love in) Together can we stand? Looka dere, looka in my hand The grand-baby of a moonshine man Gadsden, Alabama Got folks down in Galveston, rooted in Louisiana Used to say I spoke, "Too country" And then the rejection came, said I wasn't country enough Said I wouldn't saddle up, but If that ain't country, tell me what is Plant my bare feet on solid ground for years They don't, don't know how hard I had to fight for this When I sing my song When I sing the song of Abraham When the angels guide and take my hand Goodbye to what has been Pretty house that we never settled in A funeral for fair-weather friends I am the one to cleanse me of my Father's sins American Requiem Them big ideas, are buried here (Yeah, yeah) Amen