Peachy King

Take Your Time


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Can't say
If I do or I don't
I just know what I'm taught to tell

If heaven ain't for real
Then my daddy he ain't free
He's just big ole box of bones
Five feet beneath me

And I know I'm trippin out
It ain't pretty for the crowds
But I wanna let me know just how I'm dealin

Been down.
Feeling raw, feeling out
And I know this is all my fault

Is Jesus a slot machine
Where we bet on hitting green
Well I'm speaking from my pain
I hope you listen

I'll be waiting on my blessings
With a cup
You know I'm messin
But for real I'm disappointed
You let me down

Take your time
You're not out of line
I've been listening to you
When you speak your truth

Tell it straight
This ain't
Sunday praise
I've been listening to you
When you speak your truth

I know that you're faithful
I know that you're good
I know that you always
Do, what you said you would

But that ain't how it feels
When I'm on my own
That ain't how it feels
When I'm all alone

Go ahead now cry till the sun returns
Go ahead now cry, let your spirit burn


Autor(es): EDWARD C. KING, RONNIE VAN ZANT