Eric Bibb

Lord, I'm one, Lord, I'm two, Lord, I'm three, Lord, I'm four, Lord, I'm five hundred miles a way from home. Away from home, away from home, away from home, away from home, Lord, I'm five hundred miles away from home Not a shirt on my back, *(1) Not

The guitar owned an' played By the great Booker White Found its way, by grace into my arms He would call it "Hard Rock" 'Cos the body's made of steel On th headstock he glued a heart-shaped charm In a brown leather case, with green velvet linin'

Peace on earth-you know it begins in our hearts You know it's worth nothing less than our survival Paradise – a state of mind Make the choice-leave war behind Love is real –fear is just a dream Love is all – nothing else is what it seems Forgiveness

Right now is the needed time, is the needed time, now is the neeeeedeed time Woo right now is the needed time, right now in the needed time Singing Right now is the needed time, right now Wooo Right now is the neeeded time, now is the neeeeded time S

I am a poor wayfaring stranger Travelling through this world of woe. There's no sickness, toil nor danger In that bright land to which I go. I'm going there to see my mother I'm going there no more to roam. I'm just going over Jordan I'm just going o

longin' for your touch in some nowere town thinkin' an' drinkin' way too much 'cos you're not around with all of my heart, when we're apart I'm gratefullu blue tryin' to catch some sleep in a room without a view pillows an' blankets in a heap baby, w