Glory

When the rains fall, man they fall hard. Seems they might wash us away In Georgia, the Earth feels so thin. It feels like the trees may fall down. But I hold on to you. I hold you Glory, make your own bed, and let me lie down on my own. Fire, burn down my back, and take my possessions, too. Cause I hold on to you. I hold you Sorry, I'm not all those things, but I'm doing the best I can. So, Don't let go of me. Don't let go of me.