Baldridge, Drew - God's People Lyrics

Long hair Les Paul, flat top mess hall
Farm hand overall troubadour
Teacher in math class, Wall Street first class
Preacher in stained glass thanking the Lord

Sun shining on a Sunday morning steeple
Shake a hand, love ya man
We're all God's people
Can I get a witness, can I get an amen
Where we're going ain't where we've been
From the hell-raising to the born-again
We're all God's people
That's right

Romeo in RayBans, momma in a mini-van
Quarterback game plan, playing the clock
Kids on monkey bars, boys in a corner bar
Spotlight big star born to rock

Sun shining on a Sunday morning steeple
Shake a hand, love ya man
We're all God's people
Can I get a witness, can I get an amen
Where we're going ain't where we've been
From the hell-raising to the born-again
We're all God's people

From the most wanted man on the six o'clock news
To the raised hands in the church pews
We're all kids on His big ole world
Going round and round
Right now, can you see that-

Sun shining on a Sunday morning steeple
Shake a hand, love ya man
We're all God's people
Can I get a witness, can I get an amen
Where we're going ain't where we've been
From the hell-raising to the born-again
We're all God's people

We're all God's people
Can you feel it?
We're all God's people
Can I get an amen?
Can I get an amen?
I can feel it
We're all God's people
Amen, amen, amen, amen
Where we're going ain't where we've been
From the hell-raising to the born-again
We're all God's people
Sun shining on a steeple, ooh
We're all God's people, ooh