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I wrote this song earlier in the year and I've tried to record and arrange it a few times and it kept sounding stiff, flat, or mannered. So I just laid down a one-take guitar-vocal version of it: using a kids 1/2-size nylon string guitar, at that. The sound here is definitely lo-fi: creaks in chair and all. But I appreciate your listening nonetheless!
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Lyrics
Prayer for the President
Don’t wear no flag pin to try and please me
I may be old but you can’t fool me like that
Just like I don’t think a lady looks pretty
Because she is wearing a jewel in her hat
Just --
Strike with your right hand
But love with your left
Kill who needs killin’
But spare all the rest
That’s my prayer
That’s my prayer
For the president
There’s folks overseas who want to destroy me
And there’s cops on the street
Who are almost that bad
The company man
He don’t want to employ me
The state of the world--
It is hard and it’s sad
So --
Strike with your right hand
But love with your left
Kill who needs killin’
But spare all the rest
That’s my prayer
That’s my prayer
For the president
Nephew cooks drugs at the cabin most weekends
My granddad ran whiskey, so what can I say
But have a little mercy on all of us sinners
Till one casts the first stone—then you should blow him away
Just--
Strike with your right hand
But love with your left
Kill who needs killin’
But spare all the rest
That’s my prayer
That’s my prayer
For the president
Don’t wear no flag pin to try and please me
I may be old but you can’t fool me like that
Just like I don’t think a lady looks pretty
Because she is wearing a jewel in her hat
Just --
Strike with your right hand
But love with your left
Kill who needs killin’
But spare all the rest
That’s my prayer
That’s my prayer
For the president
There’s folks overseas who want to destroy me
And there’s cops on the street
Who are almost that bad
The company man
He don’t want to employ me
The state of the world--
It is hard and it’s sad
So --
Strike with your right hand
But love with your left
Kill who needs killin’
But spare all the rest
That’s my prayer
That’s my prayer
For the president
Nephew cooks drugs at the cabin most weekends
My granddad ran whiskey, so what can I say
But have a little mercy on all of us sinners
Till one casts the first stone—then you should blow him away
Just--
Strike with your right hand
But love with your left
Kill who needs killin’
But spare all the rest
That’s my prayer
That’s my prayer
For the president
Feter
This is so solemn and deep ..your vocal so
nice ...the lyrics so emotional ..the guitar
you picked is so special and fit for the mood
of the song ...a true gem ..thnx alot for sharin!!!!