Phil Cosby (Before There Was Atlanta, There Was Douglasville) - The Chariot

They’re walking

Running

They’re marching

They’re pushing

They’re shoving

They’re pressing (pressing on)

They go, press on

But reaching

Every step by step, to the grave

Pressing on

Every step by step, to the grave

Pressing on and on

Every step by step, to the grave

Step by step, to the grave

Pressing on

You have a song;

unsung

I sing my song;

falling on deaf ears

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