Sunday Sessions Berlin's video: The Americans- Gospel Roads Unplugged Version Sunday Sessions Berlin

Do you love good music? Then subscribe to Sunday Sessions Berlin: http://bit.ly/1xGbsnc Lyrics: "Lift Him up, that's all" He whistled as he filled his old suitcase I threw my crutches in the trunk Sealed the oils, and packed it all away Every crossroad looked alike to me In the poor towns where we drove Just a dusty country highway But my father called them gospel roads When he raised his voice They'd fall silent as if called by name He spoke of people long ago Living places far away We'd shill them like the carnival The old and the young Turned their pockets inside out And blessed our hearts for doing what we'd done We brightened up their faces Once weary and forlorn They'd discover but a clever scheme Where visions of their hopeful dreams were born I put my hand in his When it was time to go We'd strike the tent and kick up dust All the way back up that gospel road He'd sand down his brand new boots I'd read aloud his sermon We drove all the way to Arkansas On other people's money that we'd turned My father used to warn them "One day it will all fall apart" Now that I know it to be true I wonder if, for once, he was speaking from his heart When the day came to bury him I had a chance to start anew But you stick to what you know I took to his once I'd outgrown my Sunday suit I pulled up my grieving roots Before they had a chance to grow I cut him from my memory And I drove east down some old gospel road The fire of greed burns so richly In the torches on the walls You can't take your eyes off it Even as your castle falls I know my loving mother Raised me better than that I used to wonder why she bothered The whole world looked so much brighter from where she sat At the table in the small room At the end of the hall Where I learned many a fable All to do with righteousness and law I can't take my mind off it When the nights end alone I see her face among the souls I sold Into a heaven that I'll never know Now when I drive down Those old gospel roads I feel closer to those tales of sin I seldom understood, but often told "Lift Him up, that's all" It's all that I know But the game's played out and every door's been Boarded up along those gospel roads Every Sunday a new exclusive session. Check out our featured playlists: The Sunday Sessions Compilation: http://bit.ly/1JntXCS Female Voices: http://bit.ly/1JntReH UK's finest: http://bit.ly/1KfmaFN Scandinavia's finest: http://bit.ly/1FEMYsU Follow us on Facebook: http://on.fb.me/1GKyIjU Follow us on Twitter: https://twitter.com/sunsessions_bln Follow us on Instagram: https://instagram.com/sundaysessionsberlin