I'm pulling on the red chord
That pulls ya back to me, Lord
That helps me out
When you're away
And I was in the army
When they called you back to save me
And I was resting soft
In the arms of my war
And I'm pulling on the red chord
That pulls ya back to me, Lord
And I'm pulling on the red chord
So you're not so far away
And all was out to you or me (?)
At the university of
Life, Lord
And black poetry
And it was there I found you
And you were happy like an angel
But for everything you learn
There is something you must let go of
And I'm pulling on the red chord
That pulls ya back to me, Lord
And I'm pulling on the red chord
That pulls ya back to me, Lord
Pulls ya back to me, Lord, yeah
Pulls ya back to me, Lord, yeah
Pulls ya back to me, Lord, yeah
Pulls ya back to me, Lord, yeah
All around yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
