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The Father, My Son, And The Holy Ghost

Craig Morgan

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 ever 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






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