Just Doin' Your Thing Lyrics
| Song | Just Doin' Your Thing |
| Artist | Josh Garrels |
| Album | Lost Animals |
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| I was a poor boy, Papa, when you decided you would make me wealthy | |
| I had the sickness in my bones I was sure enough far from home | |
| You made me healthy | |
| I was rejected, dejected, uncorrected, unprotected, defected from my people | |
| I was contriving, cliff diving, capsizing, no freedom rising from that deep hole | |
| But you made free, and I must sing | |
| You baptized me, just doin’ your thing | |
| I had the feeling all along that there was something peering strong over my shoulder | |
| And it got closer through the years through abandonment and tears as I got older | |
| Hitchhiking through the wilderness and bearing all my consequence I was a stranger | |
| You picked me up on sixty six, met me with love and kindness instead of anger | |
| And you made me free, and I must sing | |
| You baptize me, just doin’ your thing | |
| Now it’s a quarter ‘til the clock strikes, and hopefully the shock might | |
| Hit you like a rock fight or like a butcher’s block might | |
| Quick as lightning shock kite comes the key to lock tight | |
| The door on which he knock right now until it’s not night | |
| Everybody walk tight rope until their chalk white hopes | |
| Are wiped away by the wind | |
| If the devil’s your friend you got a burden on your back | |
| And some poison in your blood | |
| It’s a burden to unpack, leave it behind in the mud | |
| Click clack goes the old smoke stack and when it leaves | |
| It ain’t never coming back | |
| So you best be ready when the train comes steady | |
| It’s rollin’ heavy ‘round the bends, get on board my friend | |
| For the land of Lord cause the levee’s gonna break, in the end | |
| You made me free, and I must sing | |
| You baptized me, just doin’ your thing |
| I was a poor boy, Papa, when you decided you would make me wealthy | |
| I had the sickness in my bones I was sure enough far from home | |
| You made me healthy | |
| I was rejected, dejected, uncorrected, unprotected, defected from my people | |
| I was contriving, cliff diving, capsizing, no freedom rising from that deep hole | |
| But you made free, and I must sing | |
| You baptized me, just doin' your thing | |
| I had the feeling all along that there was something peering strong over my shoulder | |
| And it got closer through the years through abandonment and tears as I got older | |
| Hitchhiking through the wilderness and bearing all my consequence I was a stranger | |
| You picked me up on sixty six, met me with love and kindness instead of anger | |
| And you made me free, and I must sing | |
| You baptize me, just doin' your thing | |
| Now it' s a quarter ' til the clock strikes, and hopefully the shock might | |
| Hit you like a rock fight or like a butcher' s block might | |
| Quick as lightning shock kite comes the key to lock tight | |
| The door on which he knock right now until it' s not night | |
| Everybody walk tight rope until their chalk white hopes | |
| Are wiped away by the wind | |
| If the devil' s your friend you got a burden on your back | |
| And some poison in your blood | |
| It' s a burden to unpack, leave it behind in the mud | |
| Click clack goes the old smoke stack and when it leaves | |
| It ain' t never coming back | |
| So you best be ready when the train comes steady | |
| It' s rollin' heavy ' round the bends, get on board my friend | |
| For the land of Lord cause the levee' s gonna break, in the end | |
| You made me free, and I must sing | |
| You baptized me, just doin' your thing |
| I was a poor boy, Papa, when you decided you would make me wealthy | |
| I had the sickness in my bones I was sure enough far from home | |
| You made me healthy | |
| I was rejected, dejected, uncorrected, unprotected, defected from my people | |
| I was contriving, cliff diving, capsizing, no freedom rising from that deep hole | |
| But you made free, and I must sing | |
| You baptized me, just doin' your thing | |
| I had the feeling all along that there was something peering strong over my shoulder | |
| And it got closer through the years through abandonment and tears as I got older | |
| Hitchhiking through the wilderness and bearing all my consequence I was a stranger | |
| You picked me up on sixty six, met me with love and kindness instead of anger | |
| And you made me free, and I must sing | |
| You baptize me, just doin' your thing | |
| Now it' s a quarter ' til the clock strikes, and hopefully the shock might | |
| Hit you like a rock fight or like a butcher' s block might | |
| Quick as lightning shock kite comes the key to lock tight | |
| The door on which he knock right now until it' s not night | |
| Everybody walk tight rope until their chalk white hopes | |
| Are wiped away by the wind | |
| If the devil' s your friend you got a burden on your back | |
| And some poison in your blood | |
| It' s a burden to unpack, leave it behind in the mud | |
| Click clack goes the old smoke stack and when it leaves | |
| It ain' t never coming back | |
| So you best be ready when the train comes steady | |
| It' s rollin' heavy ' round the bends, get on board my friend | |
| For the land of Lord cause the levee' s gonna break, in the end | |
| You made me free, and I must sing | |
| You baptized me, just doin' your thing |
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