EDWARDS, David Eugene
    
      
    
      
    
      
    Black Soul Choir 
    
      
    
      
    Ain't none ever seen the face of his foe no 
    
      
    He ain't made of flesh & bone 
    
      
    He's the one who sits up close beside you 
    
      
    An when he's there you are alone 
    
      
    
      
    Every man is evil yes and every man is a liar 
    
      
    An unashamed with the wicked tongues sing 
    
      
    In the black soul choir 
    
      
    
      
    Yes and no man ever seen the face of my lord no 
    
      
    Not since he left his skin 
    
      
    He's the one you keep cold on the outside girl 
    
      
    He's at your door let him in 
    
      
    
      
    O I will forgive your wrongs 
    
      
    Yes I am Able 
    
      
    And for my own I feel great shame 
    
      
    I would offer up a brick to the back of your head boy 
    
      
    If I were Cain
    
      
    
      
    
      
    The Good Hand 
    
      
    
      
    I am nothing without his ghost within
    
      
    And all your wooden eyes cannot see
    
      
    The good hand upon me
    
      
    
      
    I took my shelter 'neath the familiar tree
    
      
    I'm livin' where I come from
    
      
    I am, I am a father's son
    
      
    See the good hand, see what the good hand done
    
      
    
      
    Leave it lye, let it go to ruin
    
      
    To be blown thin by the wind
    
      
    A heavy drone, a heavy sway
    
      
    Girl, I love to see you talk that way
    
      
    
      
    I live, I live among them
    
      
    And they breathe forth fire
    
      
    I run, I run fast and then I do not tire
    
      
    For the good hand is upon me
    
      
    
      
    I see you've chosen to lose your way
    
      
    And greed with a clank from nothin'
    
      
    Keep your word, captive in thought
    
      
    You will give all, you will give all you've got
  
    To the good hand upon me
    
      
    
      
    Leave it lye, let it go to ruin
    
      
    To be blown thin by the wind
    
      
    A heavy drone, a heavy sway
    
      
    Girl, I love to see you walk my way
    
      
    
      
    She will understand
    
      
    From the bottom of her heart
    
      
    Embellished by pains engraving
    
      
    Just how great thou art
    
      
    
      
    Leave it lye, let it go to ruin
    
      
    To be blown thin by the wind
    
      
    A heavy drone, a heavy sway
    
      
    Girl, I love to see you talk that way
    
      
    
      
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    The good hand upon me
    
      
    The good hand upon me