The Father, My Son, and the Holy Ghost - Craig Morgan

Lights are shining bright, it’s always downtown on the road

I have friends that come from outta town, asking me to go

They say, «There's so much going on

Why don’t you come along and show us around?»

I tell them Karen’s not feeling well, so I probably shouldn’t go out

Besides I’ve gotta fix it list of things I need to do around the house

Then I hang up the phone

Turn the radio back on, and sit back down

I know my boy ain’t here, but he ain’t gone

In the morning, I wake up, give her a kiss, head to the kitchen

Pour a cup of wake-me-up and try to rouse up some ambition

Go outside, sit by myself, but I ain’t alone

I’ve got the Father, my son, and the Holy Ghost

I’ve been beat up, I’ve been pushed and shoved, but never-ever really knocked

down

Between mom and dad, Uncle Sam and friends, I somehow always pulled out

But the pain of this was more

Than I’d ever felt before, yeah, I was broke

I cried, and cried, and cried until I passed out on the floor

Then I prayed, and prayed, and prayed 'til I thought I couldn’t pray anymore

And minute by minute, day by day, my God, He gave me hope

I know my boy ain’t here, but he ain’t gone

In the mornings I wake up, give her a kiss, head to the kitchen

Pour a cup of wake-me-up and try to rouse up some ambition

Go outside, sit by myself, and I ain’t alone

See, I’ve got the Father, my son, and the Holy Ghost

I hope, I love, I pray, I cry

I heal a little more each day inside

I won’t completely heal 'til I go home

In the mornings I wake up, give her a kiss, head to the kitchen

Pour a cup of wake-me-up and try to rouse up some ambition

Go outside, sit by myself, but I ain’t alone

I’ve got the Father, my son, and the Holy Ghost

One day I’ll wake up and I’ll be home

With the Father, my son

And the Holy Ghost