I want to be a worker, I want to sing and pray
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I never want to be a stumbling block along the way
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But in the hour of living so many people say
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They all have all the answers but they all have different ways.
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But we can sing glory hallelujah, brother
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We can sing if we put our hearts together
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If we pray no one really has to tell us what to say
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Maybe we can really find the way.
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[Instrumental]
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Well, I hope it comes together instead of all apart
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'Cause the better things of living are written in our hearts
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But on the stage this morning the trouble is the star
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Happiness is measured by houses and our cars.
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But we can sing glory hallelujah, brother
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We can sing if we put our hearts together
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If we pray no one really has to tell us what to say
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Maybe we can really find the way.
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But we can sing glory hallelujah, brother
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We can sing if we put our hearts together
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If we pray no one really has to tell us what to say
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Maybe we can really find the way.
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[Instrumental to fade]
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We Can Sing
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| Don Williams |
