(b. walker & c. lloree)
An amalgam of people,
All groovin under one steeple.
Aint no brother better than the other.
I wish we could take away all the water.
So we could all live in one big ol country.
(chorus)
Everything is going to be alright.
Were all just working people.
Aint no keys in the car tonight.
Only thing left that we can drive home is the music now people.
So we work it, work it now.
The sun is shinin bright.
I think Ill go outside.
Cuz Ive worked too hard to swallow my pride.
(chorus)
