Joan Osborne – One Of Us

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One Of Us can be found on the album Relish

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Joan Osborne – What If God Was One Of Us

About Joan Osborne

Singer Joan Osborne was born on July 8, 1962, in the town of Anchorage, KY, but it wasn’t until relocating to New York City in the early ’90s (to study at N.Y.U.’s film school) that she began to take a singing career seriously after singing Billie Holiday’s classic “God Bless the Child” at a local bar’s “open mic night.” In addition to Holiday, Osborne looked to such legendary vocalists as Etta James and Ray Charles as role models, as the up-and-coming singer decided not to cater to major record companies and formed her own label Read more on Last.fm

Lyrics for One Of Us by Joan Osborne:

”So one of these nights and about twelve o’clock
This old world’s going to reel and rock
Saints will tremble and cry for pain
For the Lord’s gonna come in his heavenly airplane”

If God had a name
What would it be and would you call it to his face
If you were faced with him in all his glory
What would you ask if you had just one question

And yeah, yeah, God is great
Yeah, yeah, God is good
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home

If God had a face
What would it look like and would you want to see
If seeing meant that you would have to believe
In things like heaven and in Jesus and the saints
And all the prophets

And yeah, yeah, God is great
Yeah, yeah, God is good
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
Just trying to make his way home
Back up to heaven all alone
Nobody calling on the phone
‘Cept for the Pope, maybe, in Rome

Yeah, yeah, God is great
Yeah, yeah, God is good
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
Just trying to make his way home
Like a holy rolling stone
Back up to heaven all alone
Just trying to make his way home
Nobody calling on the phone
‘Cept for the Pope, maybe, in Rome