The God Father of Soul (Mr. James Brown)

Dear God,
I humbly pray
That you allow
The God Father of Soul,
Who fills this casket of gold
A quiet place in Heaven

How do we judge a man --
Hard work flows through his hands
And God dwells inside his heart

James Brown created the funky beat
He mix the horns and the drums,
So he could sing, dance,
And glide on his feet
He played in a funky band
God, you know this man

Introducing,
Mr. please,
Please,
Please,
Himself,
Mr. James Brown