Lyrics

Tell my momma I'm comin' home
Life is no longer fun
All my money's gone
Spent it on all the wrong things, hon
But Lord, You are good

Some say time heals all wounds
But tell me, how quickly can you clean a tomb?
Just a whitewashed shed
With all the insides dead
Still, Lord, You are good

Tell my friends it ain't them
It's just a matter of fittin' in
when it's all said and done
this burnin' flame will become a sun
'cause Lord, You are good
ooh, ooh, ooh, You are good

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