5.Hush
Lyrics：South
Music：South
(Unh, unh! The Quarter Piece Quartet.)
Hush, hush.
Somebody's callin' my name.
(If you listen closely, baby.)
Hush, hush.
Somebody's callin' my name.
Hush, (Listen, baby.) hush. (Sombody's callin'.)
Somebody's callin' my name.
Oh, my Lord. Oh, my Lord.
What shall I do？
(Hey, man, sometimes my girl think I'm crazy because I wake her
up and I tell her)
Sounds (It sounds, y'know) like Jesus. (Sound like Jesus.)
Somebody's callin' my name. (I know I'm high, but baby)
Sounds like Jesus.
Somebody's callin' my name.
Oh, my Lord. Oh, my Lord.
What shall I do？
(You know, man, I think about all the hard times I went through
and I think)
I'm so glad (What you glad about man？) that trouble don't last
always.
Can I help you see, because baby
I'm so glad trouble don't last always.
I'm so glad, I'm glad that trouble don't last always.
Oh, my Lord. Oh, my Lord. What shall I do？
(Hey, hang on homeboy let me say this right here.)
I got a feelin' everything is gonna be alright.
I got a feelin' everything is gonna be alright.
I got a feelin' that everything is gonna be alright, be alright,
be alright, be alright.
(Hey man, it's funny, cause I learned this song when I was a
little kid, when I went to visit my grandaddy down there in
Moblie, Alabama. He stayed in this place called Trinity Garden,
you know what I'm sayin'？ YEEEEAH! And he used to grow his
vegetables right there on the side the house and every now and
then he'd get me to help him out, you know what I'm sayin'？
YEEEEAH! And as he was like, weedin' out his garden and
everything, he'd sing all kinda tunes and hymns, you know what
I'm sayin'？ YEEEEAH! And sometimes he'd sing the same one like
over and over and over again, you know what I'm sayin'？ YEEEEAH!
And he'd get tired of singing the words so sometimes he'd take a
sip of his water outta that glass jar, set it back down and
while we was plantin' them collard greens, he'd hum it just like
this right here. Hey, help me out cuz, you know how we used to
do it.)
Bucccoccccc!
It gets all in my hands. It gets all in my feet.
It makes me wanna sing a song to every little girl I meet.
It gets all in my heart. It gets all in my soul.
It comes straight out my mouth, and then I lose control.
Cause I got this feelin' that everything's gonna be alright, be
alright, be alright, be alright.
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