I Just Hope And Pray I Can

The Master Of Lifes Been Good To Me. He Has Given Me Strength To Face Past Illnesses, And Victory In The Face Of Defeat. He Has Given Me Life And Joy Where Other Saw Oblivion. He Has Given New Purpose To Live For, New Services To Render And Old Wounds To Heal. Life And Love Go On, Let The Music Play.

My Father Was A Cotton Farmer First And - But He Didn't Have Any Land Or What Land He Had, He Lost It In The Depression. So He Worked As A Woodman And Cut Pulpwood For The Paper Mills, Rode The Rails In Boxcars Going From One Harvest To Another To Try To Make A Little Money Picking Fruit Or Vegetables.

The Beer And The Wurst Were Wonderful, But I Was Dying To Be Back In The South, Where The Livin' Was Easy, Where The Fish Were Jumpin', Where The Cotton Grew High.

I Took The Easy Way, And To An Extent I Regret That. Still, Though, The Way We Did It Was Honest. We Played It And Sang It The Way We Felt It, And There's A Lot To Be Said For That.

Help Me, Jesus. I Know What I Am.