PRAISE GOD WORK HARD KEEP GOIN
Ⓒ2023 Mark D Haining/Sonnyville Songs


the young man was a poet
his sole possession a guitar
made a living singing songs he wrote
and scraping coins out of jars
to this very day
he still plays
one certain song each night
if you’re listening now
It goes like this
let’s hope i get it right



for years he roamed from joint to joint
with little recognition
some called him the man
others just another musician
along the way
a few would say
hey don’t quit your day job
the haters
were but reminders
of the words to his own song


praise god
work hard
keep going
the good lord’s holdin’ cards
he’s not showing
you won’t read this in the good book
but it’s worth knowing
praise god
work hard
keep going










smokin’ a cheap cigar
carryin’ his guitar
down a city street one night
turned a dim corner
rolled up behind
a deadly sight
some bad dude held a beautiful girl
his piece upside her head
he was shouting to her friends
if you move one muscle
the woman’s good as dead

hidden by the dark
without a tick of a clock to think
our hero shot out like a cannonball
driven by pure instinct
bad dude never saw that
guitar case smash into his chest
but when the gun went off
that son-of-a-bitch
drew his final breath

(repeat chorus)


these days he sings in night clubs
and swank martini bars
shows out in killer threads
strums one hell-of-a kick ass guitar
maybe he finally cashed in
all the heavy dues he’d paid
maybe married a billionaire heiress
the one whose life he saved

(repeat chorus)