Love Is A Thing You Never Can

It's Human Nature To Gripe, But I'm Going Ahead And Doing The Best I Can.

On A Cold And Gray Chicago Morning Another Little Baby Child Is Born In The Ghetto, And His Mama Cries.

I'm Left, You're Right, And She's Gone. You're Right, And I'm Left All Alone.

Where Could I Go But To The Lord?

Just Because I Managed To Do A Little Something, I Don't Want Anyone Back Home To Think I Got The Big Head.