Lyrics

Sweet Father Wisdom
© 2005 kate laurel smith, kate laurel publishing/ASCAP


No one said that I would come before
All the trouble that is facing me today
And no one said that life?s a carnival
And even if it was, I?m not sure I would pay

To see the jokers, freaks and acrobats in their bowler hats
Flying high and all o? that
No, I?d rather take my dollar back
And go my own separate way

Sweet father wisdom gonna walk me to the door
I said sweet chariot of heaven gonna roll my carpet out and hit the floor
And this madhouse that I?ve been callin? a home
It ain?t gonna be mine no more

City sidewalks, they don?t comfort me
They have known the souls of thousands of feet
But if I turn and way the other way, another day
I would find myself face down in the street

Maybe take myself a photograph, and I?d have a laugh
Before the flood of tidal aftermath
No, I?d rather take my money back and my gunnysack
And I?d hit the road with all of its grief

Sweet father wisdom gonna walk me to the door
I said sweet chariot of heaven gonna roll my carpet out and hit the floor
And this madhouse that I?ve been callin? a home
It ain?t gonna be mine no more