制作
出演艺人
The Caboose
表演者
作曲和作词
David Bell
作曲
Kenneth Bell
作曲
C.P. Reeves
作曲
制作和工程
Larry Rogers
制作人
歌词
Two, three, four
We're gonna do a tune right now
About a story this old field worker
Told out in South Alabama
He said, me and my woman
Been working real hard
In this Alabama bottom land earth
It's all for the man
In the big white house
Who living over yonder by the church
On a Sunday morning
You can hear us singing
On a Sunday morning
Our voices ringing
Everybody singin'
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Lord, can't you hear me
Talking to ya
You know, the only time
I ever heard that man pray
Well, he stood right up to the Lord
And I could hear him say
He said, Lord, my crops are dry
Whoa, I'm afraid they're gonna die
Lord, you gotta please
Gimme some water
But all I got in this whole world
Is my black hands and white cotton
Mobile lights, they're forgotten
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Lord, can't you hear me
Talking to ya
A new day, it's dawning
The black night, it turns morning
Black hands, they're demanding
Some respect and understanding
A white man, black brother
They're hand in hand one another
Singing glory, glory, hallelujah
Lord, can't you hear me
Talking to ya
Black hands and white cotton
Mobile lights, they're forgotten
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Lord, can't you hear me
Talking to ya
Glory, glory
Glory, glory, glory now
Lord, can't you hear me talking
Right to ya now
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Oh, Lord, got to hear me talking
Oh, Lord, can't you hear this talking
Glory, glory...
Written by: C.P. Reeves, David Bell, Kenneth Bell
