- Sherrie Austin - "Streets Of Heaven"
Hello god
It's me again
Two AM, room 304
Visiting hours are over
Time for our bedside tug of war
The sleeping child between us -
May not make it through the night
I'm fighting back the tears as she fights for her life
Well, it must be kinda crowded
On the streets of heaven
So tell me, what do you need her for?
Don't you know one day she'll be your little girl forever
But right I need her so much more
She's much too young to be on her own
Barely just turned seven
So who will hold her hand when she crosses the streets of heaven
Tell me God
Do you remember the wishes that she made
When she blew out the candles on her last birthday cake
She wants to ride a pony when she's big enough
She wants to marry her daddy when she's all grown up
(Repeat Chorus)
Lord don't you know
She's my angel
You've got plenty of your own
And I know you hold a place for her but she's already got a home
Well I don't know if you're listening
But praying's all that's left to do
So I ask you Lord have mercy
You lost a son once too
(Repeat Chorus)
So if you take her with you today
Will you make sure she looks both ways?
And would you hold her hand when she crosses the streets of heaven
The streets of heaven
- Sherrie Austin - "Son Of A Preacher Man"
(John Hurley and Ronnie Wilkins)
Billy Ray was a preacher's son,
An' when his daddy'd visit, he'd come along.
When they gathered around and started talkin',
Oh, that's when Billy'd take me walkin';
Out through the back yard, we'd go walkin'.
An' then he'd look into my eyes, Lord knows, to my surprise.
The only one who could ever reach me,
Was the son of a preacherman.
The only boy who could ever teach me,
Was the son of a preacherman.
Yes, he was, he was; oh, yes he was.
Ooh.
Oh, bein' good isn't always easy,
No matter how hard I try.
When he started sweet-talkin' to me,
He'd come 'n tell me: "Everything is all right."
He'd kiss and tell me: "Everything is all right."
Can I get away again tonight?
The only one who could ever reach me,
Was the son of a preacherman.
The only boy who could ever teach me,
Was the son of a preacherman.
Yes, he was, oh, yes he was.
How well I remember, the look that was in his eyes.
Stealin' kisses from me on the sly.
Takin' time to make time;
Tellin' me that he's all mine.
Learnin' from each other's knowin',
Lookin' to see how much we've grown,
And the only one who could ever reach me,
Was the son of a preacherman.
The only boy who could ever teach me,
Was the son of a preacherman.
Yes, he was, he was; oh, yes he was.
He was, he was.
(The only one who could ever reach me.)
That sweet-talkin' son of a preacherman.
(The only boy who could ever teach me.)
He was the son of a preacherman.
Oh, (The only one who could ever move me.)
Yes, he was.
(The only boy who could ever groove me.)
That sweet-talkin' son of a preacherman.
(The only one who could ever reach me.)
Oh, yeah.
(The only boy who could ever teach me.)
Mmm, mmm.
Yes, he was, he was; oh, he was,
The son of a preacherman.
