Testo di Glorify

I left my family and my home To fight the battle on my own I stole a car and drove away But in my hate, St. Paul did say Glorify the Lord above With your drink and making love Glorify the Lord, my son With your whiskey and your gun I shot my foe, now I feel bad I beat my wife, now I feel sad I curse my brother and my friend I broke my mother's heart again Glorify the Lord above With your drink and making love Glorify the Lord, my son With your whiskey and your gun Now tune my heart and tune my strings And see what giving thanks might mean For all I have was always thine But I was fool to think it mine Well, glorify the Lord above With your drink and making love Glorify the Lord, my son With your whiskey and your gun Well if you stay or if you go Or if you stand o'er your broad low We'll drink the wine, we'll eat the bread But don't forget what Jesus said Glorify the Lord above With your drink and making love Glorify the Lord, my son Till your work on earth is done Glorify the Lord above If you've plenty or if you've none Glorify the Lord, my son With your whiskey and your gun