Reach Down

Well, I had a dream the other night
 You were in a bar in the corner, on a chair
 Wearing a long, white leather coat
 Purple glasses and glitter in your hair
 And you said, "Hey this is where I'm gonna sit
 And buy you a drink someday
 Well, you were going to the dog shows
 But you kinda lost your way
 Now you said, "Now I got all this room
 And no money to decorate it"
 So you got some local customer
 Put you in touch with the man upstairs
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 But he said, "Little man, you got no business"
 Being all frustrated
 Ooh, you gotta rest
 You gotta rest, you gotta rest
 You gotta reach down
 And pick the crowd up
 Oh, I wanna reach down
 And pick the crowd up
 Carry back in my hand
 To the promised land
 To the promised land
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 Ooh, I had an angel shine my wings
 She said, "Nothin' but the best for the golden boy"
 And she made me promise not to tell
 I had her under a spell
 Singing golden words in a broken voice
 Now I caught a blessing on the wind
 I'm feelin' lighter than a breath from a dove
 I got no hands to tie behind my back
 And I'm sparking like a heart attack
 And I got room to spread my wings
 And my messages is of love, yeah-yeah
 Love was my drug
 But that's not what I died of
 So don't you think of me
 Cryin' louder than some billion dollar baby
 Ooh, I wanna rest
 I wanna rest, I wanna rest
 I wanna reach down
 And pick the crowd up
 I wanna reach down
 And pick the crowd up
 Carry back in my hand
 To the promised land
 To the promised land
 To the promised land
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 Yeah, I wanna reach down
 Oh yeah, and pick the crowd up
 (I wanna reach down) I wanna reach down
 (And pick the crowd up)
 And pick the crowd up
 (Carry back in my hand) hand
 (To the promised land)
 To the promised land
 (To the promised land) ooh, yeah
 Ahh, oh