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The summer breeze made ripples on the pond |
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Rattled through the rings and the willow trees beyond |
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Daddy in his good hat, mama in her |
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Sunday dress |
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Watched with pride as |
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I stood there in the water up to my chest |
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And the preacher spoke about the cleansing blood |
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I sank my toes into that |
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East Tennessee mud |
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Then it was down with the old man up with the new |
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Raised to walk in the way of light and truth |
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I didn't see no angels, just a few saints on the shore |
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But I felt like a new born baby, cradled up in the arms of the |
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LordAmazing grace, oh, how sweet the sound |
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There was glory in the air, there was dinner on the ground |
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And my sins went for many, were washed away and gone |
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Along with a buffalo nickel, |
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I forgot to leave at home |
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But that seemed like such a small, small price to pay |
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For the blessed peace of mind that came to me that day |
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And it was down with the old man, up with the new |
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Raised to walk in the way of light and truth |
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I didn't see no angels, just a few saints on the shore |
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But I felt like a new born baby, cradled up in the arms of the |
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LordThis road is long and dusty, sometimes the soul, it must be cleansed |
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And I long to feel that water rushin' over me again |
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Down with the old man, up with the new |
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Raised to walk in the way of light and truth |
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I didn't see no angels, just a few saints on the shore |
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But I felt like a new born baby, cradled up in the arms of the |
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LordI felt like a new born baby, cradled up in the arms of the |
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Lord |
