Not every song thatwill be featured here will be what is generally considered as being “Christian”in the eyes of this world. For some willbe anguished cries from the pit of despair, and others will be quite obviouslyferverent rants of rebellion. Nonetheless, be assured that they will all be of our Heavenly Father (inone way or another) and I hope that you have been given ears to hear themessage.
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Flowers on the Wall
The Statler Brothers
I’ve been hearin’
You’re concerned
About my happiness
But all thatthought
You’re givin’ me
Is conscience Iguess
If I were walkin’
In your shoes
I wouldn’t worrynone
While you and yourfriends
Are worryin’ aboutme
I’m havin’ lots offun
Countin’ flowers onthe wall
That don’t botherme at all
Playin’ solitaire‘til dawn
With a deck offifty-one
Smokin’ cigarettes
And watchin’
Captain
Kangaroo
Now don’t tell me
I’ve nothin’ to do
Last night
I dressed in tails
Pretended I was onthe town
As long as I candream
It’s hard to
Slow this swingerdown
So please don’t agive
A thought to me
I’m really doin’fine
You can always
Find me here
And havin’ quite atime
Countin’ flowers onthe wall
That don’t botherme at all
Playin’ solitaire‘til dawn
With a deck offifty-one
Smokin’ cigarettes
And watchin’
Captain
Kangaroo
Now don’t tell me
I’ve nothin’ to do
It’s good to seeyou
I must go
I know I look afright
Anyway
My eyes are not
Accustomed to thislight
And my shoes
Are not accustomed
To this hardconcrete
So I must go back
To my room
And make my daycomplete
Countin’ flowers onthe wall
That don’t botherme at all
Playin’ solitaire‘til dawn
With a deck offifty-one
Smokin’ cigarettes
And watchin’
Captain
Kangaroo
Now don’t tell me
I’ve nothin’ to do
Don’t tell me
I’ve nothin’ to do
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Bed of Roses
The Statler Brothers
She was called ascarlet woman by the people
Who would go tochurch but left me in the street
With no parents ofmy own
I never had a home
But an eighteenyear-old boy has got to eat
She found meoutside one Sunday morning
Beggin’ money froma man I didn’t know
She took me in andwiped away my childhood
A woman of thestreets
This Lady Rose
This bed of Rose’sthat I lay on
Where I was taughtto be a man
This bed of Rose’swhere I’m livin’
Is the only kind oflife I understand
She was a handsomewoman
Just thirty-five
Who was spoken toin town by very few
She managed a lateevenin’ business
Like most of thetown wished they could do
And I learned allthe things that a man should know
From a woman notapproved of I suppose
But she died knowin’that I really loved her
Off life’s bramblebush
I picked a rose
This bed of Rose’sthat I lay on
Where I was taughtto be a man
This bed of Rose’swhere I’m livin’
Is the only kind oflife I understand
This bed of Rose’sthat I lay on
Where I was taughtto be a man
This bed of Rose’swhere I’m livin’
Is the only kind oflife I understand
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