Ivan & Alyosha - Glorify
I left my family and my home, to fight the battle on my own. / I stole a car and drove away, but in my hate St. Paul did say…
Glorify the Lord above, with your drink and making love. / Glorify the Lord, my son, with your whiskey and your guns.
I shot my foe, now I feel bad. / I beat my wife, now I feel sad. / I curse my brother and my friend, I broke my mother’s heart again.
Glorify the Lord above, with your drink and making love. / Glorify the Lord, my son, with your whiskey and your guns.
I’ll tune my heart and tune my strings, and see what giving thanks might bring. / For all I have was always thine, but I was fool to think it mine.
Glorify the Lord above, with your drink and making love. / Glorify the Lord, my son, with your whiskey and your guns.
Well if you stay or if you go, or if you stand or if you’re brought low, / we’ll drink the wine, we’ll eat the bread, but don’t forget what Jesus said.
Glorify the Lord above, with your drink and making love. / Glorify the Lord, my son, ‘till your work on earth is done.
I said to glorify the Lord above, oh if you’ve plenty, if you’ve none. / Glorify the Lord my son, with your whiskey and your gun.