Calvary Baptist

She was raised Off the wealth of her father On his German estate Where she stayed Bootleg whiskey When he tried to stop its sugar He was shot in the street cnd she grieved Everyone in that Cherokee town had heard of tales of his fame He had a church and a park, a train, and planted trees in his name He was your daddy, child They killed your daddy, child You always needed your daddy She gave her life in Service of his church, the poor, and the Lord cnd she did Violin --- Piano In a house filled with music why'd you make it so cold? You gave your children your shame of your wealth and your grief for the poor. In washing color from your husband's life you drove that man out the door. You pushed their daddy, child They lost their daddy, child They always needed their daddy. Your children said you loved God too much to have love left for them Could it be that this love of God was the way you chose to grieve? So you gave the days of your life to the church of your dead daddy