hi i m the preacher s son

Foy Vance

When I was a child my father said
Never run before you crawl
And you must never forget
To listen for a call
If you hear it don t relent
Give everything, give all

Since then I have fallen down so many times
That I no longer feel the pain
So many times I thought
That I may never rise again
And when the dust began to clear
I could hear a call so faint

I am no fortunate son
I am no favoured one
I am but a loaded gun
Fired into a world gone wrong
Face down in the dirt I learned
You don t always get what you deserve
I can hide, I can try to run
But I am what I have become

And now that I have children of my own
My father s voice returns
Reminding me to teach them
How to lean into the yearning
How to listen, how to hear
How the still voice to discern

I am no fortunate son
I am no favoured one
I am but a loaded gun
Fired into a world gone wrong
Face down in the dirt I learned
You don t always get what you deserve
I can hide, I can try to run
But I am what I have become

I am no fortunate son
And I am no favoured one
Like you I m a loaded gun
Fired into a world gone wrong
Face down in the dirt I learned
You don t always get what you deserve
I can hide, I can try to run
But I am what I have become

Hi, I m the preacher s son
Hi, I m
Hi, I m the preacher s son

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Everybody put your hands up
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Everybody put your hands up

Put your hands up
Everybody put your hands up
Put your hands up
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