Oh, I Just Sing Like I Hurt

I Wish To Be Put Away In A Western Dress I Designed, With My Daughter's Little Gold Cross Necklace And My Son's Small White Testament In My Hands, And My Wedding Band On.

I Suppose I Could Have Sat Back And Pitied Myself. For A Time I Wondered If I'd Ever Be Able To Go On To A Stage And Perform Again. After A Couple Of Weeks I Began To Feel I Could Fight My Way Back To Health If I Put My Mind To It. I Thought To Myself: 'pity Never Did Anybody Any Good. Go On. Patsy, Show 'em What You Can Do'

Oh, I Just Sing Like I Hurt Inside.

Jesus Has Been In My Room. He Has Taken My Hand And Told Me, No, Not Now. I Have Other Things For You To Do.

You're Gonna Have To Learn To Get Out There In Front Of Those Cameras And Hold Your Head Up. Take Charge When You're Singing.