Inside Story

No one really knew him like I did, He taught me everything I know No one really knew him like I did, While he starts playing the piano, (?) was a preacher, Every night at church we had to go, Mother always playing on the organ, (?) so low, (?) are complaining, Oh lord my God Some times I wander Oh lord my God Consider what you will Inside story Last years glory Inside story How great thought art? How great the art? How great his art His art Oh lord my God Some times I wander Oh lord my God Consider what you will His art Your art My art His art Your art My art.