All That We Can't Say Is All

As Long As Someone Else Controls Your History The Truth Shall Remain Just A Mystery

It Will Make A Weak Man Mighty. It Will Make A Mighty Man Fall. It Will Fill Your Heart And Hands Or Leave You With Nothing At All. It's The Eyes For The Blind And Legs For The Lame. It Is The Love For Hate And Pride For Shame. That's The Power Of The Gospel.

Let Us Burn One From End To End, And Pass It Over To Me My Friend.

Wish There Was Something That I Could Say Or Do, I Can Resist Anything But The Temptation From You. But I'd Rather Walk Alone Than Chase You Around, I'd Rather Fall Myself Then Let You Drag Me On Down.

Now I Love To Feel That Warm Southern Rain, Just To Hear It Fall Is The Sweetest Sounding Thing. And To See It Fall On Your Simple Country Dress It's Like Heaven To Me I Must Confess.