AMERIICAN REQUIEM

Nothin' really ends For things to stay the same, they have to change again Hello, my old friend You change your name, but not the ways you play pretend American Requiem Them big ideas (Yeah), are buried here (Yeah) Amen It's a lot of talkin' goin' on While I sing my song Can you hear me? I said, "Do you hear me?" Looka there, looka there now Looka there, looka there Looka-looka, looka there, looka there Looka-looka, looka there, looka there Looka-looka, looka there, looka there (Oh) Looka-looka, looka there, looka there (Yeah) It's a lotta chatter in here But let me make myself clear (Oh) Can you hear me? (Huh) Or do you fear me? (Ow) Can we stand for something? Now is the time to face the wind (Ow) Coming in peace and love, y'all Oh, a lot of takin' up space Salty tears beyond my gaze Can you stand me? Ooh, ah Can we stand? Can you stand with me? Can we stand for something? Now is the time to face the wind Now ain't the time to pretend Now is the time to let love in Thinkin' to myself (Thinkin' to myself) Oh, it's a lot of talkin' goin' on (Oh) While I sing my song (Yeah) Do you hear me when I say? Do you hear me when I say? Ah Looka there, looka there Looka, look Looka-looka-looka-looka-looka Looka-looka there, looka there L-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-looka there Oh, looka there, looka there Looka there, looka there (Can you stand me? Can you stand me? Can you stand me?) L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L (Can you stand me? Can you stand me? Can you stand me?) Can we stand for something? Now is the time to face the wind (Now is the time to face the wind) Now ain't the time to pretend Now is the time to let love in (To let love in) Together, can we stand? Looka there, looka in my hand The grandbaby of a moonshine man Gadsden, Alabama Got folk down in Galveston, rooted in Louisiana Used to say I spoke, "Too country" And the rejection came, said "I wasn't country 'nough" Said I wouldn't saddle up, but If that ain't country, tell me what is? Plant my bare feet on solid ground for years They don't, don't know how hard I had to fight for this When I sang my song (When I sang the song of Abraham) (When the angels guide and take my hand) (Oh, no) Goodbye to what has been A pretty house that we never settled in A funeral for fair-weather friends I am the one to cleanse me of my Father's sins American Requiem Them big ideas (Yeah) are buried here (Yeah) Amen