Bad Year
Had the Pacman pattern memorized
And I've seen the stuff they put inside Stretch Armstrong
Well I was Roger Stauback in my backyard,
Had a shoebox full of baseball cards,
And a couple of Evil Knievil scars on my right arm
Well I was a kid when Elvis died,
And my mama cried.
It was 1970 somethin', in the world that I grew up in.
Farrah Fawcett hair-do days, bellbottoms and 8-track tapes.
Looking back now, I can see me.
Oh man, did I look cheesy.
I wouldn't trade those days for nothin',
Oh it was 1970 someth
Oh Lord Your Love
"Oh Lord I give You all I have
But it seems so little
When You have given me so much
I come to You with empty hands
And a heart that's fragile
You come to me with a wealth of love
Oh Lord your love
Is new with every morning
Your faithfulness
It gets me through the night
You bid me come
You know that I am weary
Your yoke is easy
Your burden is light
And now I sing You songs of praise
But your greatness is beyond me
I know I cannot comprehend
How You ancient of days
Stoop yourself to call me
To be your son, to be your friend
Oh Lord your love
Is new with every morning
Your faithfulness
It gets me through the night
You bid me come
You know that I am weary
Your yoke is easy
Your burden is light
Oh Lord your love
Is new with every morning
Your faithfulness
It gets me through the night
You bid me come
You know that I am weary
Your yoke is easy
Your burden is light"