My dad worked at the Movieland Wax Museum He was the guy who kept the cobwebs off Sophia Loren Every morning at five hed get up and go to work Wearing his name across the pocket of his shirt My mother told me, out back of that place there was a shed And every chance he could, hed slip out there and bow his head While he was prayin I was up the road at school But, I know, my name was presented to that God that he was talkin to And if that aint love, this mountain is just a hill If that aint love, waters what theyre making in that still If that aint love, the truest kind If that aint love, stars in heaven dont shine Im driving to the drugstore listening to my radio And there she is talking to me, the beautiful Queen of Soul I pull off on the shoulder, Its just more than I can stand Aretha Franklin singing Precious Lord Take My Hand.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
