Lyrics to The Truth Will Set You Free
The truth will set you free
down the dirty city street,
black-topped sneakers on my feet,
i raced thru' early teenage years
and dealt with all those needless fears.
waiting as the school bell rang
to drop my books and join the gang
in alley fights with stick ball games
when passing girls wore dirty names.
(chorus)
over my(your) shoulder and back thru' the years
i can see (you will see your) my father's eyes in my(your) memory
(saying) (telling you) why jesus died upon the cross,
all was won and nothing lost,
and how the truth will set you free, yeah,
and how (son) the truth will set you free.
the truth will set you free
the truth will set you free
the truth will set you free
(chorus)
i turned my collar, i combed my hair,
and i'd hide all the confusion there,
when two dimes made my pockets ring
i was a wealthy new york king.
being cool by the candy store,
i knew my world yet wanted more
my high school colors of black and blue
they would disturb my point of view.
(chorus)
you know our candy stores turn shopping malls,
and two dimes won't buy much at all,
the boy, caruso, on the street
is a father now in slippered feet
who tells his son as years go by,
how god's the truth and hates a lie
its not what's in your pockets son
but what's in your heart that makes us one.
(chorus)
(Gracias a Enrique Sanchez McClinton por esta letra)
down the dirty city street,
black-topped sneakers on my feet,
i raced thru' early teenage years
and dealt with all those needless fears.
waiting as the school bell rang
to drop my books and join the gang
in alley fights with stick ball games
when passing girls wore dirty names.
(chorus)
over my(your) shoulder and back thru' the years
i can see (you will see your) my father's eyes in my(your) memory
(saying) (telling you) why jesus died upon the cross,
all was won and nothing lost,
and how the truth will set you free, yeah,
and how (son) the truth will set you free.
the truth will set you free
the truth will set you free
the truth will set you free
(chorus)
i turned my collar, i combed my hair,
and i'd hide all the confusion there,
when two dimes made my pockets ring
i was a wealthy new york king.
being cool by the candy store,
i knew my world yet wanted more
my high school colors of black and blue
they would disturb my point of view.
(chorus)
you know our candy stores turn shopping malls,
and two dimes won't buy much at all,
the boy, caruso, on the street
is a father now in slippered feet
who tells his son as years go by,
how god's the truth and hates a lie
its not what's in your pockets son
but what's in your heart that makes us one.
(chorus)
(Gracias a Enrique Sanchez McClinton por esta letra)
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