"Thank God For You" lyrics
"Thank God For You"
Crescent City disappearing in the rear-view mirror
Just like she's always done
Spent my life running from the ghosts of the Vieux Carré
That dirty spillway water in the noonday sun
The Daughters of Charity left their mark on me
Keeping secrets, well, it just makes you feel alone
Magazine street stole from me
And I never thought I'd find my way home
Thank God for you, I thank God for you
Wake up in the morning, I thank God for you
I thank God for you, I thank God for you
Wake up in the morning, I thank God for you
I was just another junkie jonesing on a Greyhound bus
With a twenty-year ticket to a tortured mind
Sirens, sorrow, cigarette butts
My Jesus in pieces, broken as the highway lines
Thank God for you, I thank God for you
Wake up in the morning, I thank God for you
I thank God for you, I thank God for you
Wake up in the morning, I thank God for you
You gave me something no one can take away
You saw through me and loved me anyway
Oh, I thank God for you, I thank God for you
Wake up in the morning, I thank God for you
Thank God for you, I thank God for you
Wake up in the morning and I thank God for you
Writer(s): Peter Case, Mary Gauthier, Caleb Elliott
- AZLyrics
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- Mary Gauthier Lyrics
album:
"Dark Enough To See The Stars" (2022)
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