I want
to be more like Jesus,
oh Mary don't you weep
I'll keep my lamp trending burning,
His grace don't come cheap
I'm the son of Skip James,
my father taught me well
I can't live without Sunday
It would be a burning
hell
Everybody ought to live right
Be ready when he comes
Let my Jesus lead you
So you can hear him say, well done
I'm the son of Skip James
Shucks, I can see you don't be lieve
You know you're smiling in my face
Boy, you got aces up your sleeve
Let me hear you play that song
Sweetness
Oh, baby
There's a slow train a -comin'
To take us on to victory
I'm a life -givin' lover, baby
I'll defend your destiny
I'm the son of Skip James
Yeah, my father taught me well
I can't live without Sunday
It would be a burning hell
I don't read the Rolling Stones Man,
they don't have a clue
You got your little pet theories,
I got my own worldview
I'm the son of Skip James,
oh, my father taught me good
I don't do what I want to,
I do what I ought and what
I should
Seven stars in his right hand
Seven trumpets are gonna sound
Seven lampstands like the wind
Seven scholars, seven crowns
I'm a son of Skip James
But I'm not a loud old brass
I'm a lover, not a fighter,
but I could kick your ass
I don't do what I want to,
still love what I oughta and what I should