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Billy Preston – ‘That’s The Way God Planned It’

Introduction:

In the vibrant world of music, there are songs that transcend time and genres, and one such masterpiece is “That’s The Way God Planned It” by the legendary Billy Preston. Released in 1969, this soulful track has left an indelible mark on the hearts of music lovers across the globe. But before we dive into the essence of this timeless creation, let’s uncover some intriguing facts about the song and the remarkable artist behind it.BBC Radio 4 - Billy Preston: That's the Way God Planned It

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Billy Preston, often referred to as the “Fifth Beatle” for his significant contributions to the iconic band’s music, was not only a gifted musician but also a renowned songwriter and producer. Born on September 2, 1946, in Houston, Texas, Preston’s musical journey started at a very young age, and he became a sensation in the world of gospel, soul, and rock music. His collaboration with The Beatles on their “Let It Be” album is just one of many highlights in his illustrious career.

“Now, let’s groove to the captivating lyrics of ‘That’s The Way God Planned It’ by Billy Preston”

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Lyrics: That’s The Way God Planned It

Why can’t we be humble
Like the good Lord say?
He promised to exalt us
But love is the wayHow men be so greedy
When there’s so much left?
All things are God-given
And they all have been blessedThat’s the way God planned it
That’s the way God wants it to be
That’s the way God planned it
That’s the way God wants it to beLet not your heart be troubled
Let mourning, sobbing cease
Learn to help one another
And live in perfect peace

If we’d just be humble
Like the good Lord say, yeah
He promised to exalt us
But love is the way

That’s the way God planned it
That’s the way God wants it to be
You better believe me
(That’s the way God planned it)
(That’s the way God wants it to be)

I hope you get this message
Where you won’t, others will
You don’t understand me
But I’ll love you still

That’s the way God planned it
That’s the way God wants it to be
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(That’s the way God planned it)
That’s the way God wants it to be
You better believe me

That’s the way God planned it
That’s the way God wants it to be
That’s the way God planned it
That’s the way God wants it to be
That’s the way God planned it
That’s the way God wants it to be

 

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