Tell the truthI don't know what I didTo be standing here, noEverywhere I lookThere's one of my heroesI don't know what I didTo whom it may concernI think I took a wrong turnI guess I must confessMaybe they gave me the wrong addressIs this a dream or is it hate?Standing in the heartOf future saintsTo my right and to my leftThis big old brother RayRight behind me is meEverything is going my wayYeahI feel like I've been blessedAnd I'm a little hard to impressBut I swear, I do declareThey're gonna put me in a wheelchairI'm so excitedNeed four point restraintsI'm standingIn a hallOf future saintsguitar soloOhguitar sologuitar soloFor a while I let it outThe little song is betterToo loudHere's the songI lost my wordTo myselfBut it's a presidentThat is the childYou areYou areNot a kidBut you wereNot a kidBut it's a presidentJust as what my grandma didAnd they're well enough for meI said if I had my wayI'd keep on reliving this dayReady Freddy and Albert KingJimmy's in a yellow submarineSon House and Elmo JamesStanding next to Miles and ColtraneReverend Green and Mr. BrownPreaching and laying it downIt gets any harderSomebody's gonna fadeI'm standing in the hallOf future saintsI feel like I'm standingIn the hallOf future saintsOh yeahYeahYeahTell the truthEverything is going my way nowIf he надоEven if it gets much harderI gottaI gottaI gottaI gottaAll I gottaDo isI gottaAll I gotta do isWalk that pathAll I gotta do is walk that pathRun that pathWe'll be right back.We'll be right back.We'll be right back.We'll be right back.We'll be right back.We'll be right back.We'll be right back.We'll be right back.We'll be right back.We'll be right back.