Been in the Storm so Long

 

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BEEN IN THE STORM SO LONG
Adapted from a traditional as sang by Mary Pickney
New words and music by Mark Growden

Been in the Storm so long
Singin’ we been in the Storm so long
Singin’ oh, give us more time to pray
We’ve been in the Storm so long

The Rain, it is comin’ down
Singin’ the Rain, it is comin’ down
Singin’ oh, give us more time to pray
We’ve been in the Storm so long

The Wind, it is howlin’ now
Singin’ the Wind, it is howlin’ now
Singin’ oh, give us more time to pray
We’ve been in the Storm so long

If The Stars Could Sing

 

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IF THE STARS COULD SING
Words and music by Mark Growden

When a butterfly flies toward the hands of Love
Love would never rush her
And when she goes to fly away
Love would never crush her

Of course, those dusty wings could never lift me
Of course, those dusty wings could never lift me

If the stars could sing, they’d surely sing of you
If the stars could sing, they’d surely …
If the stars could sing
If the stars could sing, they’d surely sing of you

If the stars could sing, they’d surely sing of you
If the stars could sing, they’d surely …
If the stars could sing
If the stars could sing, they’d surely sing of you

Saint Judas

 

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SAINT JUDAS
Words and Music by Mark Growden

Saint Judas, Saint Judas, Saint Judas
You got a shot glass scar on your forehead
You got holes in the soles of both of your boots
You’re a movie where the good guys are bad
And the bad guys are good

You like your whiskey neat
As a military sheet
So you drink it straight from the bag
But the kiss on the lips that whiskey is kissin’
They ‘bout to execute an innocent man

Saint Judas,
With your noose on tight
Saint Judas,
Guide us through the night
Saint Judas
Bottoms up to ya, buddy
‘cuz somebody had to take the blame

You got a stack of cash in your pocket
Oh you sold him for the price of a slave
But at the end of the day which of you is the slave?
You both got your price to pay

Oh, Jericho, it fell to the trumpets
Oh and Heaven, it’s going to fall to the hounds
Oh, but you’ll take your fall like a tightrope walker
But you’ll never hit the ground
No, no. You’ll be dancing on nothin’

David, he’s the Saint of the Poets
Julian, he’s the Saint of the Clowns
Oh well, now you’re the Saint of the Sinners, boy
So won’t you buy us all another round?
Oh buy us all another round

Saint Judas,
With your noose on tight
Saint Judas,
Guide us through the night
Saint Judas
Bottoms up to ya, buddy
‘cuz somebody had to take the blame

Bottoms up to ya, buddy
‘cuz somebody had to take the blame
,
Bottoms up to ya, buddy
‘cuz somebody had to take the blame

Saint Judas

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