The Money

THE MONEY

1. RIDE ON ME
Rollin' thunder on the edge of what I need
Foldin' under foolish mire burnin' like a weed in me
But the road is so long, some days I can't carry on
Rollin' thunder lights a fire in my veins
Holy embers fuel desires that first called me to this race
And when I'm weary and worn
Your voice like the wind drives me on
You say, ride on me, ride on me
Holy Lord won't you set me free
Ride on me, ride on me
Climb in my saddle son,
my strength is all you need
Rollin' thunder drive the darkness in my way
Weary wandrin' as the miles before me vanish while I pray
As the night leads the dawn You keep guiding,
reviving me, leading me home
You say ride on me, ride on me
Holy Lord won't you set me free
Ride on me, ride on me
I'll fight your battles cast your burdens down on me
All through the night, ride in your light
Driving, surviving through Jesus' might
…Ride on me
Holy Lord won't you set me free
Ride on me, Ride on me
Heavenly Father, won't you ride with me

©1999 Eversong Entertainment, Inc. (BMI); Words and Music by John Everson.
Drums: Steve Potts; Bass: Dave Smith; Keyboards,B3: Ernest Williamson;
Lead, Rhythm, Classical & Baritone Guitars: Jack Holder;
Vocals, a.c.rhythm guitar: John called Mark.

2. LATTER RAIN
Well the latter rain is fallin’ down
no time for struggle on the way
The Lord is growin’ day by day
I can feel his power in the air
a thousand choices everywhere, they’re
Callin' me to just beware
I believe in the light of day and the mornin’ rain
I’m seein’ a hundred voices cryin’ in vain,
for changes, Runnin the shadow lines,
leadin’ the highway down and keep them all in line
Well the latter rain is fallin’ down,
no time for struggle or delay
The Master might be home today
I can almost see Him standing there,
a thousand angels fill the air
They're callin' people ev'rywhere
I believe in the light of day and the mornin’ rain
I’m seein’ a hundred voices cryin’ in vain,
for changes, Runnin’ the shadow lines,
leadin’ the highway down and keep them all in line
I believe in the light of day and the mornin’ rain
I’m seein’ a hundred voices cryin’ in vain,
for changes, Runnin’ the shadow lines,
leadin’ the highway down and keep them all in line

©1999 Eversong Entertainment, Inc. (BMI);
Words and Music by John Everson.
Drums: Steve Potts; Bass: Dave Smith;
Keyboards, B3: Ernest Williamson;
Lead & Rhythm Guitars: Jack Holder;
Vocals, a.c. Rhythm guitar: John called Mark.

3. HOLY MAN
See the Holy man runnin, runnin far away,
Runnin to the places, where the Holy men stay
See him runnin from the City, runnin from the cold
but there’s nowhere to run anymore
See the Holy man comin, comin back for his bride,
getting’ harder to hold her, bein’ swept by the tide
you see the water keeps risin’, and the evil winds blow
And the Holy man’s life is so hard to hold
See the Holy man runnin’ with all of his might
See him runnin' with all that he knows
And the holy man struggles, but he won’t lose the fight
‘Cause the Holy man’s never alone
Well I’ll never be Holy, never have a pure heart
but I won’t stop believin’ what the Holy men taught
See the Holy man lives in my family today
Getting' buried beneath all the trials and pain
See the Holy man runnin’ with all of his might
He keeps runnin with all that he knows.
And the holy man struggles but he won’t lose the fight
‘Cause the Holy man’s never alone
See the Holy man runnin’ with all of his might
He keeps runnin with all that he knows.
And the holy man struggles but he won’t lose the fight
‘Cause the Holy man’s never alone

©1999 Eversong Entertainment, Inc. (BMI); Words and Music by John Everson.
Drums: Lloyd Anderson; Bass: Dave Smith; Keyboards, B3: Ernest Williamson;
Lead, Rhythm, 12 str. Guitars: Jack Holder; Mandolin: Frankie Romano;
Sythesizer: Randy Harper; Vocals, a.c.rhythm guitar: John called Mark.

4. THE MONEY
I keep a lookin’, and what I’m seein’,
A lot of pretty people posin’ & a teasin’
They wear bikinis, they’re playin’ air guitar
They’re on the TV, they’re in the movies,
they’re makin’ videos & shakin’ their booties
They’re makin’ music
but they don’t know what they’re Makin’ it for
Cause, everybody, they want the money,
ev’rybody wants to be a big star
Nobody’s makin’ music for the maker no more.
They’re sellin’ Jesus, they’re sellin’ Budda
They’d sell their momma just to get some of your moolah
Nobody’s tellin’ that they don’t know who they’re sellin it for
They got an agent, They gotta lawyer
They gotta manager that takes about a quarter
With all that takin’ they just gotta keep a makin’ it
more and more and more and more
Cause, everybody, they want the money,
ev’rybody wants to drive a big car
Nobody’s makin’ music just for fun anymore
Ya see the money, money, money, it’s flowin’ just like honey
the label treats 'em funny, if they don’t make the money
There’s no more Cinderallas, it’s run more like Goodfella’s
If you don’t make the money you’re gone.
Cause, everybody, they want the money,
ev’rybody wants be a big star
Nobody’s makin’ music for the maker no more
Cause, everybody, they want the money,
ev’rybody wants to drive a big car
Nobody’s makin’ music just for fun anymore
Ya everybody, they want the money
Everybody, they love the money
Everybody, just wants some money
Oh everybody wants the money, money, money, money….

©1999 Eversong Entertainment, Inc. (BMI); Words and Music by John Everson.
Drums: Steve Potts; Bass: Dave Smith; Keyboards,B3: Ernest Williamson;
Lead & Rhythm Guitars: Jack Holder; a.c. guitar: Frankie Romano;
Vocals, a.c.rhythm guitar: John called Mark.

5. LIFTIN' MY EYES
I keep liftin’ my eyes to you Lord
Hopin’ you’ll see me through Lord
Hopin’ you’ll stop this pain, and hold back the rain
Don’t mean to complain
I keep liftin’ my eyes to you, Lord
Some days it's all I can do, Lord
Some days I can barely run, the evil I've done,
The shame to your son.
Cause I was alive and I carried the flame,
'til I kicked it and moved on,
I keep on tryin’ to break all these chains,
but I just can’t do it alone
So I keep liftin’ my eyes to you, Lord
knowin' your word is true, Lord
Prayin’ you’ll send someone, but they haven't come,
So I keep holdin' on
Lord, if you hear me I know I can change,
And I know you see it all,
Humbly and lowly no matter the pain
I surrender to you now
Lord, if you hear me I know I can change,
And I know you see it all,
Humbly and lowly no matter the pain
I surrender to you now

©1999 Eversong Entertainment, Inc. (BMI);
Words and Music by John Everson.
Drums: Steve Potts; Bass: Dave Smith;
Piano, Keyboards, B3: Ernest Williamson;
Lead, Rhythm & Classical Guitars: Jack Holder;
Vocals, a.c.rhythm guitar: John called Mark.

6. PREACHER MAN
He’s alive and runnin’ through the pages
Analyzin’ sin and all its wages
He’s alive and prayin’ through the rages
Rollin’ thunder rockin’ through the ages
Then you see him slowly, rollin’ like a river wall
I can’t believe it.
‘Cause when the preacher man talks you gotta give a listen
‘Cause he’s been talkin’ to the Lord
Preacher man talks you betta give a listen
‘Cause he’s been walkin’ with the Lord
In the fight for Holy Reservations,
Holdin’ tight for no more cancellations
With the might of stony revelation
Shinin’ a light for future generations
From his knees he slowly, Rises' like a tidal wall
You best believe it
‘Cause when the preacher man talks you gotta give a listen
‘Cause he’s been talkin’ to the Lord
Preacher man talks you betta give a listen
‘Cause he’s been walkin’ with the Lord
In a revival, He is alive and
He is a Holy rollin’ stone
in the mornin’ when ya see him comin’,
He walks alone, He walks alone.
He walks alone, He walks alone.
‘Ya when the preacher man talks you gotta give a listen
‘Cause he’s been talkin’ to the Lord
Preacher man talks you betta give a listen
‘Cause he’s been walkin’ with the Lord

©1999 Eversong Entertainment, Inc. (BMI);
Words and Music by John Everson.
Drums: Steve Potts; Bass: Dave Smith;
Keyboards, B3: Ernest Williamson;
Lead & Rhythm Guitars: Jack Holder;
Lead Vocals, a.c. guitar: John called Mark;
Background Vocals: Bertram Brown,
William Brown & Jackie Johnson.

7. THE HOLY ONE
Lookin' in the mirror, Lookin in the hall
I can't believe the papers, the writings on the wall
Lookin' ev'rywhere just to find the Holy One
Can I get a witness, can I take a fall
Searchin' 42nd but the times ain't square at all
lookin' ev'rywhere just to find the holy one
The Holy One, well He's hidin in the places,
no-one ever seems to Come
And I cannot be denyin', never gonna find Him-
Starin' through the window, peerin out the stall
I'm a racin' to tommorrow like today ain't here at all,
Lookin' everywhere just to find the Holy One
Runnin' through the changes,
Runnin through my mind
Try to listen, try to give it time
Never knowin' where I'm gonna find Him
Faces on the TV, faces at the mall
Facin' the reality He ain't here at all
Searchin everywhere just to find the Holy One
I keep a lookin', I keep a ridin'
Ain't no particular place I'm gonna find Him
Searchin' everywhere to find the Holy One
Holy One, Holy One

©1999 Eversong Entertainment, Inc. (BMI); Words and Music by John Everson.
Drums: Steve Potts; Bass: Dave Smith; Keyboards,B3: Ernest Williamson;
Lead & Rhythm Guitars: Jack Holder; Vocals, a.c.rhythm guitar: John called Mark.

8. SHADOWS OF THE ROAD
Runnin Free, Ridin’ low,
See my woman growin’ cold
Runnin’ through the lies I told
I've been down that rocky road
'Neath a very heavy load
And all I’m seein,’,
still seein’ the shadows of the road
Runnin Free, got no soul,
sold it off for a flash of gold
evil lies, as the band played on
Heard the preacher man, cryin' low
call out to Jesus boy and let that darkness go
tried to believe him but I'm,
still seein' the shadows of the road
Oh Help me Jesus, I can’t take no more,
So tired of fightin’ with the man I was before
I will surrender if I,
won't see the shadows any more

©1999 Eversong Entertainment, Inc. (BMI);
Words and Music by John Everson.
Drums: Lloyd Anderson; Bass: Dave Smith;
Keyboards, B3: Ernest Williamson;
Lead & Rhythm Guitars: Jack Holder;
Vocals, a.c. Rhythm guitars: John called Mark.

9. BACK TO MEMPHIS
Take me back to Memphis, where I want to be
Big city livin’s takin’ all the life from me
Set me in the corner, of BB’s club
With a bowl of Jambalaya
and some Mississippi mud
I've been leadin’ a lie, runnin the hi-ways, over me
I can’t believe the lines they’re tellin’ me;
Oh, take me back to Memphis, Lord I need to go
Can’t stay in Chicago
‘cause the winter’s too dang cold;
And I can’t bite the apple, it’s too phony in LA;
Just drop me down on Beale Street,
let me wash my blues away
I keep heedin’ the lies,
runnin’ the bi-ways, all alone
I gotta back down to Memphis boy,
for a basket full of bones
Lord, take me back to Memphis, and let me wander where
Sam and Sun brought Elvis home, and Rev’rend Al’s still there
Where Carl’s shoes got stepped on, and Johnny walked the line
& Sam & Dave & Stevie Ray and Stax from Soulsville shined
Oh take me back, take me back,
Take me back, take me back
I gotta get back home to Memphis

10. GIFT OF LAUREN
Unto us is born today
In the house of Anne and John,
A little baby that they claim
She's a gift from heaven above
I held her in my arms today,
She gave me such a smile
She made me feel the way, today
Haven't felt for such a long time...and I wonder
Will she grow to be a strong one?
Will she grow to be gentle and wise?
Will she have her mother's smile?, and
Will she have Your light in her eyes?
Oh, unto us is born today
Unto us is giv'n
A little baby girl today,
My precious gift from heav'n
And now I think I understand
How it felt so long ago
When you gave a little baby boy to man
And you slowly watched Him grow
And He grew to be a strong one
And He grew to be gentle and wise
And He lived and died for all man
and He rose that we all would have life
And I will sing a song of praise
To You my Lord, my light
For this precious gift of life You gave
First once, and now given twice

©1994 Eversong Entertainment, Inc. (BMI);
Words and Music by John Everson.
Piano: Ernest Williamson;
Vocals, a.c. guitar: John called Mark

11. MUDDY HIGHWAY
Well I've been runnin' down the highway
Of believin' right or wrong
And everywhere I'm turnin'
People just believin' what they want
Compromises, Baby you can have it all
No Surprises, pretty soon you're gonna fall
And I keep runnin' down the highway
Of believin' right or wrong
See the changes comin', I can see the power runnin'
See the light upon the weary voices dyin'
And in the mornin' when I hear my babies cryin' low
'Cause Muddy Water's runnin' home
Well, I've been runnin' down the highway
Of believin' right or wrong
Consequences never matter when
The pleasure drives you on
Tantalyzin', that woman's gonna make you crawl
Realize in the mornin' light
You know you're baby's gonna call
And I keep runnin' down the highway
Of believin' right or wrong
See the changes comin', I can see the power runnin'
See the light upon the weary voices dyin'
And in the mornin' when I hear my babies cryin' low
'Cause Muddy Water's runnin' home
See the changes comin', I can see the power runnin'
See the light upon the weary voices dyin'
And in the mornin' when I hear my babies cryin' low
'Cause Muddy Water's runnin' home

12. HE'S COMIN' HOME
Times are hard, people are cold
Everywhere I turn life is growin’ old
Seems time’s spinnin’ out-a-control
Ya better be ready, 'cause He’s comin’ home
Well the streets I’m walkin’ they’re not paved with gold
And the shouts I’m hearin’ they’re not praisin’ the Lord
Everybody’s runnin’ but there’s no-where to go
I'm gonna be ready, ‘cause He’s comin’ home
And home is where I’ve been longin’ to be
Me lovin’ you Lord, you lovin’ me
In a little while now, the clouds will roll
I’m gonna be ready, 'cause He’s comin home
In a little while now, the clouds will roll
and I’m gonna be ready, He’s comin home
See the lightnin’ flashin’ thunderin’ free
And I’ll be shoutin’ fallin’ down on my knees
Leave a light on Annie, but it won't be long
I’m gonna be ready, 'cause He’s comin home
Ya betta be ready, 'cause He's comin' home
Come on Gabriel, let the trumpet blow
I'm gonna be ready, 'cause He's comin' home.

©1999 Eversong Entertainment, Inc. (BMI);
Words and Music by John Everson.
Drums: Lloyd Anderson; Bass: Dave Smith;
Keyboards: Ernest Williamson;B3: Randy Harper
Lead & Rhythm Guitars: Jack Holder;
Lead Vocals, a.c. guitar: John called Mark;
Background Vocals: Bertram Brown,
William Brown & Jackie Johnson.