AMERIICAN REQUIEM (Physical Version)

[Intro]

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

[Chorus]

It's a lot of talkin' goin' on

While I sing my song

Can you hear me?

I said, "Do you hear me?"

[Pre-Chorus]

Looka there, looka there now

Looka there, looka there

Looka-looka, looka there, looka therе

Looka-looka, looka there, looka therе

Looka-looka, looka there, looka there (Oh)

Looka-looka, looka there, looka there (Yeah)

[Chorus]

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)

[Verse 1]

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?

(Can you stand me? Can you stand me? Can you stand me?)

Ooh, ah

Can we stand?

(Can you stand me? Can you stand me? Can you stand me?

Can you stand me? Can you stand me? Can you stand me?)

Can you stand with me?

[Chorus]

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

[Bridge]

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

[Pre-Chorus]

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?)

[Chorus]

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?

[Verse 2]

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 I 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

[Outro]

(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