Lyrics
God helps the man who thinketh for himself
God helps the man who thinketh for himself
My arrangement is something of my sentiment
Please, don't face me with no disagreement (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
God helps the man who helps himself
So, don't sit down and expect quills
And banner to drop down from the sky
So, you've got to put your shoulder
To the wheel, my brothers and sisters
And God will help you all along the way
God helps the man who do his own thing
God helps the man who have a little faith in what he's doing (Oh)
My arrangement is something of my sentiment
Please, don't face me with no disagreement (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
God helps the man who helps himself
So, don't sit down and expect quills
And banner to drop down from the sky
So, you've got to put your shoulder
To the wheel, my brothers and sisters
And God will help you all along the way
God helps the man who thinketh for himself
God helps the man who thinketh for himself
Oh-oh-oh, God helps the man who thinketh for himself