Alex (282)

Alex, he sits on his porch
Singin' songs about God and the love that it’s worth
I saw him fifteen in the yard
Acted like livin' was a good payin' job
Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
He said, «Make a believer of me,»
«Open my eyes, I am dyin' to see»
He said, «Make a believer of me,»
«Not of God, but the love that you give to be free»
20 through Georgia it goes
Singin' those songs, and it sounds just like home
I am learning to let it all go
Page 282, I don’t care to stay here long
Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
I said, «Make a believer of me,»
«Open my eyes, I am dyin' to see»
He said, «Make a believer of me,»
«Not of God, but the love that you give to be free»