Tell you what Lord, if You save my soul
I'll tell all the people that You're beautiful
I'll try and dig my way out of this hole
I promise stay away from the rock 'n roll
Tell you what Lord, I must confess
There's nothing really beating inside of my chest
I suggest You test my love's the best
And I won't rest until
I watch my clothes float down the Orange River
Oh, I loved those clothes
My rich man's clothes
I watch my clothes float down the Orange River
Oh, I loved those clothes
Then I'll come home
Tell you what Lord, if my heart runs cold
I'll let go of everything I'm trying to hold
Money and work are one big mess
I guess money ain't the indicator of success
I watch my clothes float down the Orange River
Oh, I loved those clothes
My rich man's clothes
I watch my clothes float down the Orange River
Oh, I loved those clothes
Then I'll come home
Home
Home
Then I'll come home