Country & Folk 3

God doesn’t want my kind in Heaven

God hasn’t called me home
An old man told me
Cause he doesn’t want me up there

Telling him what it’s like
Down on this mortal coil
Not something that he wants to hear

I’m ninety-two years old
Seen things to make your blood run cold
Little children crying out in pain

I just don’t understand
Is that part of his plan?
Little children crying out in pain

God doesn’t want my kind in Heaven
So, I guess I’ll have to go on living
God doesn’t want my kind in Heaven
So, I guess I’ll have to stick around

God hasn’t called me home
Way too cantankerous
He doesn’t want my sort up there

Saying his creation’s flawed
Asking him how could you Lord
Allow the things that are happening down here?


God hasn’t called me home
But I guess it won’t be long
Did I mention that I’m ninety-two?

At my age you speak your mind
Sorry to take up your time
Hope that I have not offended you

God doesn’t want my kind in Heaven
So, I guess I’ll have to go on living
God doesn’t want my kind in Heaven
So, I guess I’ll have to stick around

(repeat chorus)

God Doesn't Want My Kind In Heaven

Lord I Know You Hear Me

OLD SOUTHBOUND LINE

louisiana moon winkin' through the leaves
swear i heard the ghost of a hobo breathin'
every now and then i hear the lonesome sound
of a distant whistle of that old southbound
trestle like a skeleton ready to fall
can barely stand a yankee wind as it calls
broken boxcars battling kudzu vine
home to coyotes, critters and empty bottles of wine
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;night time on that old southbound line
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;takes me back to a different place and time
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;some good, some bad, some have slipped my mind
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;but i became the man i am on that old southbound line

potters field, many a nameless cross
covered in briars and spanish moss
the stories i could tell with old friends of mine
from the first train we hopped to the end of the line
another wishful night under the stars
away from home, god knows how far
beside these rusty rails prayin' it don't rain
singin' jimmie rodgers waitin' for a train
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;night time on that old southbound line
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;takes me back to a different place and time
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;some good, some bad, some have slipped my mind
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;but i became the man i am on that old southbound line
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;night time on that old southbound line
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;takes me back to a different place and time
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;some good, some bad, some have slipped my mind
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;but i became the man i am on that old southbound line
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;i became the man i am on that old southbound line

© Michael LeBlanc and floyd jane

Old Southbound Line

Different From Today

He tried to find love 
It didn’t know his name
Every woman left him
leaving him the blame
He no longer believes
He’ll ever receive
A reprieve

Two hearts cling together for a night
No strength to part, they give in without a fight
Loneliness seeps in without warning
They go their separate ways before the light of the morning

So many men have found 
the comfort of her bed
She defined love only 
By every word they said
She no longer believes
She’ll ever receive
A reprieve

Two hearts cling together for a night
No strength to part, they give in without a fight
Loneliness seeps in without warning
They go their separate ways before the light of the morning

They no longer believe 
They’ll ever receive
A reprieve

Two hearts cling together for a night
No strength to part, they give in without a fight
Loneliness seeps in without warning
They go their separate ways before the light of the morning

Two hearts...

Two Hearts

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