Frozen Puck to the Head
From time to time, I lose all faith in what I'm doing
Every avenue I'm pursuing
Seems to be a dead end
And from time to time, I lose all trace of where I'm going
When the weariness is showing,
Then I need a good friend
Who's building out my confidence
Who's speaking out in my defence
Who's giving me the strength to carry on
You are my motivation
I'd be helpless if it wasn't for you
You are my motivation
Motivation, motivation
It's you, ooh-ooh-you, it's you
The motivation is you
Now I know it
An American Trilogy
Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland
Oh I wish I was in Dixie, away, away
In Dixieland I'll take my stand to live and die in Dixie
For Dixieland, I was born
Early Lord one frosty morn
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland
Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
His truth is marching on
So hush little baby
Don't you cry
You know your daddy's bound to die
But all my trials Lord, soon will be over
Glory, glory, hallelujah
His truth is marching on
His truth is marching on