Benjy Davis Project Glory Glory
Well this evenings nearly over. I am laying on my bed.
Summer sun is turning golder, I said.
And before I close my eyes to get some sleep
I try to think of the days gone by. It's no surprise that,
Glory Glory child ain't no saint but I ain't proud of that yea
I ain't proud (Glory Glory).
And Glory Glory child ain't no saint but I ain't proud.
Well my life is far from over. At least that's what I can hope.
I keep picking 3 leaf clovers I know.
And before I close my eyes for my last sleep I hope to look at my life gone by.
Will I smile? and say,
Glory Glory child ain't no saint but I ain't proud of that yea
I ain't proud.
And Glory Glory child ain't no saint but I ain't proud.
Life is much more (life is much more) that what you've done before.
And Glory Glory child ain't no saint but I ain't proud of that yea
I ain't proud.
And Glory Glory child ain't no saint but I ain't proud.
Glory Glory.
