Lyrics

i was walkin' down the road a carryin', the load that my father had a given me, the night before i packed and left the home, of my childhood, home of my birth, the place in the back of the store, where we would work, until the night time darkness, brought the end of day, now, let us pray, when my brother was a kid, well he often went and hid in the backyard, settin' at the feet of my father, and my mother would appear, oh to sooth away the fear, that my father had a started, pretty soon the trouble parted, and while sittin' at the evenin' supper table, he'd say now let us pray!, oh, pray for me burly, now i travel all alone, a thinkin' of the home, that my mom and dad were given, in the times they were livin', and the backyard swing and the happiness, is bringin' out a whole bunch of presents, for the holiday, remember mom and daddy, are livin' and it's time now to say, let us pray, our religion is music

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Artist: black oak arkansas