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Song Take Me To The Water - The Blind Boys Of Alabama. Take me to the water . Take me to the water . Take me to the water . There to be baptized . None but the righteous. None but the righteous. None
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Song Every Grain Of Sand - The Blind Boys Of Alabama. In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need. When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed. There’s a dyin
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I wished I was smarter. Wished I was stronger. I wished I loved Jesus. The way my wife does I wished it'd been easier. Instead of any longer. I wished I could've stood. Where you would've been
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. The oldest boy walks with a slouch. The young ones are wild in back of the house. And she gave up and went back to sleep on the couch Something as simple as boys and girls. Gets tossed all around and
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Driving and driving. Thinking about you. Keep the car in the lines. What else would I do. I look straight ahead. Lock all of my doors. So tired of driving. Don wanna drive no more Driving and
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I went back to Boston. Back to the City of Lost Love. I went back to the place. And recognized your face in the stone long gone I walked around Harvard Square. All the runaway kids are still
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Song The Alabama Waltz - Hank Williams. I was sad and blue, I was down hearted, too. It seemed like the whole world was lost. And I took a chance and we happened to dance. To the tune of the Alabama
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rain. Told me 'bout the flood of twenty-nine. That washed the crops away Underneath that Alabama sky. Grandpa told me 'bout the things he'd seen. Underneath that Alabama sky. I listened to my
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take the last of these roses. hang them small and pretty on the vine. tear em' by the roots from the walls where they climb. for all time. take the last of my money. search the corners of my
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Silver Bell, Silver Bell. Yeah, that's the name of the old motel You were traveling when they fell. Down on a bed at the Silver Bell. How you been, I'm doing well I hear, you're digging a hole to
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Know that I grow my hair. Just to scare the teacher. My goodness, gracious me!. Ain't Little Johnny a creature And I lost count of the times. When I never bathed I'm one of the boys. One of the
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Know that I grow my hair. Just to scare the teacher. My goodness, gracious me!. Ain't Little Johnny a creature And I lost count of the times. When I never bathed I'm one of the boys. One of the
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You don't like the sound of the truth. Coming from my mouth. You say that I like the proof. Baby that might be so. I might get to the end of my life. Find out everyone was lying. Look like you
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When the Alabamas keel was laid. roll alabama roll. she was laid in the yard of johnathon laird. oh roll alabama roll. she was laid in the yard of johnathon laird. roll alabama roll. she was
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guns With the multitudes we feed the grinder. The jaws are closing and the blades will find ya We need no Gods of war, petty excuses, no more. Just what we always wanted. The blood of our kind. Blind
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