He never missed a
day of work, always had a kind word
Four buttons on a
worn out shirt, but neatly cleaned and pressed
He couldn’t read
or write,
but never failed to see a sight or hear a sound,
A triumph in this
life to watch it all go by – with a smile.
All that is, all that will be, all we have
is each other
His son died
young, his daughter as deaf as stone
His castle a
shotgun house, an easy chair his throne
He’d work from day
to night
and in the evening he’d feel its bite of pain
But every sunrise
he’d greet it all with open arms and love –
for all that is.
for all that is.
All that is, all that will be, all we have
is each other
Many thought him
simple, but so few see the truth
So loud we live
that we can’t feel the glory anymore
And then I heard he
died but all I could feel was the joy, oh the joy
All that is, all that has been, all we have
is each other
All that is, all that will be, all we have
is each other
You know it’s not a shame, no, it’s not a shame
You know it’s not a shame, no, it’s not a shame
To be loved in
this life, and to love in this life…
To hear The Ballad of Larry Webb performed by JJ
Grey, click on the video below:
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