A Day in the Life of a Preacher

Preacher
Blind man, don’t you worry
Poor man, don’t you worry, no
'Cos it’s alright, yeah, yeah
says
It’s gonna be alright
Madman, tryin' to fight it
Preacher, tryin' to right it
Yeah, but it’s alright, c’mon, yeah
says
It’s gonna be alright
Get along, c’mon, get along, c’mon, yeah
Squeeze Me
Squeeze me, you gotta get through
I don’t want to die
Don’t worry 'bout a thing, the time is alright
Lean on me, oh God, I got to fight it
But don’t you be too long
Don’t worry 'bout a thing, it’ll be always alright
C’mon, yeah
Mr. H
Oh, Mr. H. can you hear me
Bled my life, but still can’t believe me
Oh, Mr. H. was a chiller
Froze my brain, (my hand was a killer?)
Oh, Mr. H. can you hear me
Bled my life, but you still don’t believe me
Oh, Mr. H. was a chiller
Froze my brain, my hand was a killer, yeah
Oh c’mon baby, yeah, poor me, (I sure gotta blew?) it this morning, baby?
Oh, Mr. H. can you hear me
Bled my life, but you still can’t believe me
Oh, Mr. H. was a chiller
Froze my brain, my hand was a killer
Oh, Mr. H. you can’t hear me
Bled my life, but still some can’t believe me
Oh, Mr. H was a killer
Come on, baby, show me where (I meet him?)
I’m gonna show you, honey, (just like you to omit it?), c’mon
You gotta believe me
I ain’t jokin' baby
This is no lie
Oh, yeah