Lyrics
i see sad, sad faces in far away places, scattered all around the world, livin' in cardboard cities, lord you got to have pity, on the hungry little boys and girls, and if it wasn't for a lovin' gracious lord, that could be me and you, it's time to quit our complaining, and start remembering who we all owe it to, don't forget to thank the teacher and the preacher, for saving your mind and your soul, don't forget to thank the fireman, the policeman, when your world's going out of control, don't forget to thank the mothers and the soldiers, prayin' and goin' to war, and at the end of the day, don't forget to thank the lord, well there's too much hate and too much debating, and politicking going on, we get to fussin' 'bout the process, worry 'bout the bs, instead of what makes us strong, like in god we trust and the ones we love, and workin' hard every day, and if you don't like it, friend, you can leave it, but you better listen when i say, don't forget to thank the teacher and the preacher, for saving your mind and your soul, don't forget to thank the fireman, the policeman, when your world's going out of control, don't forget to thank the mothers and the soldiers, prayin' and goin' to war, and at the end of the day, don't forget to thank the lord, don't forget to thank the teacher and the preacher, for saving your mind and your soul, don't forget to thank the fireman, the policeman, when your world's going out of control, don't forget to thank the mothers and the soldiers, prayin' and goin' to war, and at the end of the day, don't forget to thank the lord, at the end of the day, don't forget to thank the lord
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Artist: john anderson