We can’t go on together
With suspicious minds (suspicious minds)
And we can’t build our dreams
On suspicious minds
I’ve got a feelin’ you’re foolin’
I’ve got a notion it’s make believe
I think you’re laughin’ right up your sleeve
Foolin’ with me.
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round
Will the circle be unbroken, by and by Lord, by and by…
In the sweet by and by,
We shall meet on that beautiful shore;
In the sweet by and by,
We shall meet on that beautiful shore.
Sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home…
Carry on my wayward son
For there’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more
Go rest high on that moutain,
Son, your work on earth is done…
And when I die
and when I’m dead, dead and gone,
There’ll be one child born and
a world to carry on, to carry on
I don’t want to start any blasphemous rumors
But I think that God’s got a sick sense of humor
And when I die, I expect to find Him laughing
Make me, oh make me, Lord more than I am
Make me a piece in your master game plan
Free from the earthly temptations below
I’ve got the will, Lord if you’ve got the toe
Drop kick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
Backfield in motion, yeah
I’m gonna have to penalize you
Backfield in motion, baby
You know that’s against the rules
Offsides and holdin’, yeah
You ought a be ashamed of yourself baby
Offsides and holdin’ yeah
Holdin’ on to some one else
Are you ready for some football?
A Monday night invasion
Yeah, this is “Rocking” Randall Hank
With a special elect for the nation
Here comes the hits, the bangs, the blocks and the spikes
Cause all my rowdy friends drop in on Monday night
Monday mornin’ feels so bad
Ev’rybody seems to nag me
Comin’ Tuesday I feel better
Even my old man looks good
Wed’sday just don’t go
Thursday goes too slow
I’ve got Friday on my mind
I don’t like Mondays
I want to shoot the whole day down . . .
They call it stormy Monday,
But Tuesday’s just as bad.
Lord, and Wednesday’s worse,
And Thursday’s all so bad.
Only when I laugh,
Only when I cry,
And only on days that end in ‘Y’…
Oooh, I hear laughter in the rain,
Walking hand in hand with the one I love.
Oh, how I love the rainy days and the happy way I feel inside.
Louisiana rain is falling just like tears,
Running down my face, wiping out the years …
As the rain comes down and you look out through the blinds,
You know somewhere I’ll be watching too from another place and time,
And if you have a need for loving just press your lips against the pane,
And know somewhere I’ll be kissing you through the crystal falling rain.