Taxes On The Front Step, Sickness Around The Corner. Like A Bad Day Made To Order. Lord, I’ve Learned To Praise You. My Hands Are Hung To Praise You. Singing’s All That I Can Do.
Sweet Jesus Show You Child The Way, Oh, There’s Gotta To Be A Better Way, At The End I See The Light.
When The Devil Comes At Me. I Slap This Guitar On My Knee, The Spirit Helps Me Find My Way. Oh, There’s Gotta Be A Better Day.
