Pat Green - Poetry
Some things I've done make my
conscience burn
My very spine shudder and squirm
I only hope that I've learned from
my sin
I heard a voice when I was thirteen
Got baptized washed up clean
But the world has a way if you
know what I mean
To scuff you up again and again
I can't explain a blessed thing
Not a falling star or a feathered wing
Or how a man in chains has the
strength to sing
Just one thing is clear to me
There's always more than what
appears to be
And when the light's just right
I swear I see poetry
Now somebody made every
natural thing
From the soul inside out to
Saturn's rings
How my baby smiles and how
Ray Charles sings
Of course we were created
The clouds make rain the ocean
makes sand
The earth breathes fire and lava
makes land
Now that took a mighty hand
And a wild imagination
I can't explain a blessed thing
Not a falling star or a feathered wing
Or how a man in chains has the
strength to sing
Just one thing is clear to me
There's always more than what
appears to be
And when the light's just right
I swear I see poetry
The dreams I dreamed came
back ten fold
The friends I have the woman
I hold
I look down and I'm on streets
of gold
After all the mud along the way
And sometimes the big old mystery
Just leans right on me
And whispers that I'm home and
I am free
And I'll take that any day
I can't explain a blessed thing
Not a falling star or a feathered wing
Or how a man in chains has the
strength to sing
Just one thing is clear to me
There's always more than what
appears to be
And when the light's just right
I swear I see
Just one thing is clear to me
There's always more than what
appears to be
And when the light's just right
I swear I see poetry
conscience burn
My very spine shudder and squirm
I only hope that I've learned from
my sin
I heard a voice when I was thirteen
Got baptized washed up clean
But the world has a way if you
know what I mean
To scuff you up again and again
I can't explain a blessed thing
Not a falling star or a feathered wing
Or how a man in chains has the
strength to sing
Just one thing is clear to me
There's always more than what
appears to be
And when the light's just right
I swear I see poetry
Now somebody made every
natural thing
From the soul inside out to
Saturn's rings
How my baby smiles and how
Ray Charles sings
Of course we were created
The clouds make rain the ocean
makes sand
The earth breathes fire and lava
makes land
Now that took a mighty hand
And a wild imagination
I can't explain a blessed thing
Not a falling star or a feathered wing
Or how a man in chains has the
strength to sing
Just one thing is clear to me
There's always more than what
appears to be
And when the light's just right
I swear I see poetry
The dreams I dreamed came
back ten fold
The friends I have the woman
I hold
I look down and I'm on streets
of gold
After all the mud along the way
And sometimes the big old mystery
Just leans right on me
And whispers that I'm home and
I am free
And I'll take that any day
I can't explain a blessed thing
Not a falling star or a feathered wing
Or how a man in chains has the
strength to sing
Just one thing is clear to me
There's always more than what
appears to be
And when the light's just right
I swear I see
Just one thing is clear to me
There's always more than what
appears to be
And when the light's just right
I swear I see poetry
Some things I've done make my
conscience burn
My very spine shudder and squirm
I only hope that I've learned from
my sin
I heard a voice when I was thirteen
Got baptized washed up clean
But the world has a way if you
know what I mean
To scuff you up again and again
I can't explain a blessed thing
Not a falling star or a feathered wing
Or how a man in chains has the
strength to sing
Just one thing is clear to me
There's always more than what
appears to be
And when the light's just right
I swear I see poetry
Now somebody made every
natural thing
From the soul inside out to
Saturn's rings
How my baby smiles and how
Ray Charles sings
Of course we were created
The clouds make rain the ocean
makes sand
The earth breathes fire and lava
makes land
Now that took a mighty hand
And a wild imagination
I can't explain a blessed thing
Not a falling star or a feathered wing
Or how a man in chains has the
strength to sing
Just one thing is clear to me
There's always more than what
appears to be
And when the light's just right
I swear I see poetry
The dreams I dreamed came
back ten fold
The friends I have the woman
I hold
I look down and I'm on streets
of gold
After all the mud along the way
And sometimes the big old mystery
Just leans right on me
And whispers that I'm home and
I am free
And I'll take that any day
I can't explain a blessed thing
Not a falling star or a feathered wing
Or how a man in chains has the
strength to sing
Just one thing is clear to me
There's always more than what
appears to be
And when the light's just right
I swear I see
Just one thing is clear to me
There's always more than what
appears to be
And when the light's just right
I swear I see poetry
conscience burn
My very spine shudder and squirm
I only hope that I've learned from
my sin
I heard a voice when I was thirteen
Got baptized washed up clean
But the world has a way if you
know what I mean
To scuff you up again and again
I can't explain a blessed thing
Not a falling star or a feathered wing
Or how a man in chains has the
strength to sing
Just one thing is clear to me
There's always more than what
appears to be
And when the light's just right
I swear I see poetry
Now somebody made every
natural thing
From the soul inside out to
Saturn's rings
How my baby smiles and how
Ray Charles sings
Of course we were created
The clouds make rain the ocean
makes sand
The earth breathes fire and lava
makes land
Now that took a mighty hand
And a wild imagination
I can't explain a blessed thing
Not a falling star or a feathered wing
Or how a man in chains has the
strength to sing
Just one thing is clear to me
There's always more than what
appears to be
And when the light's just right
I swear I see poetry
The dreams I dreamed came
back ten fold
The friends I have the woman
I hold
I look down and I'm on streets
of gold
After all the mud along the way
And sometimes the big old mystery
Just leans right on me
And whispers that I'm home and
I am free
And I'll take that any day
I can't explain a blessed thing
Not a falling star or a feathered wing
Or how a man in chains has the
strength to sing
Just one thing is clear to me
There's always more than what
appears to be
And when the light's just right
I swear I see
Just one thing is clear to me
There's always more than what
appears to be
And when the light's just right
I swear I see poetry
Pat Green - Three Days
Music video by Pat Green performing Three Days. (C) 2001 Universal Records, a Division of UMG Recordings, Inc.
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