We take no prisoners, when it rains it pours
Give me time, give me sweet by and by
And I know we can make it through it.
When they say that it's not true when I say that I love you,
It's alright - I'll be standing by your side
When they say that it's not so, he won't be with you when
You grow old, it's alright - I'm hear to prove 'em wrong.
Chorus
So give 'em time and they'll come around
You gotta stay alive when the sun goes down
To see the glory of a city open wide
Cause tonight darling, you will be my bride.
Well the people up in Detroit - they get their soul from Marvin Gaye
And the people down in California, get their sunshine in L.A.
From the bluegrass to the blues, Elvis Presley's "Blue Suede Shows"
Singing sweet Mississippi ghost crooning slide guitar
Down in Texas, it's alright with it's hot tequila nights
Selling romance of riding into Mexico.
Chorus
Well the preachers down in Greenwood,
they stomp the Gospel out on hardwood floors
And the gamblers lost in Vegas, don't believe it anymore
Well they're trying just to behave hearing Robert Johnson from the grave
Running scared with the hell-hounds still on his trail
And Jacob in the field - to the angel's strength he yields
You feel the spirit moving and its hard to fail.
Chorus
Give me time, give me sweet by and by
And I know we can make it through it.
When they say that it's not true when I say that I love you,
It's alright - I'll be standing by your side
When they say that it's not so, he won't be with you when
You grow old, it's alright - I'm hear to prove 'em wrong.
Chorus
So give 'em time and they'll come around
You gotta stay alive when the sun goes down
To see the glory of a city open wide
Cause tonight darling, you will be my bride.
Well the people up in Detroit - they get their soul from Marvin Gaye
And the people down in California, get their sunshine in L.A.
From the bluegrass to the blues, Elvis Presley's "Blue Suede Shows"
Singing sweet Mississippi ghost crooning slide guitar
Down in Texas, it's alright with it's hot tequila nights
Selling romance of riding into Mexico.
Chorus
Well the preachers down in Greenwood,
they stomp the Gospel out on hardwood floors
And the gamblers lost in Vegas, don't believe it anymore
Well they're trying just to behave hearing Robert Johnson from the grave
Running scared with the hell-hounds still on his trail
And Jacob in the field - to the angel's strength he yields
You feel the spirit moving and its hard to fail.
Chorus
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