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Chorus: |
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There's dust on mother's bible |
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Its cover's worn with age |
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And though it's old and wrinkled |
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Mama's there on every page |
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The night the angels called her |
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Mama called me to her side |
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And handed me her bible |
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Said "Son, let God be your guide." |
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Chorus: |
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There's dust on mother's bible |
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Its cover's worn with age |
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And though it's old and wrinkled |
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Mama's there on every page |
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I picked up mother's old bible |
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To my heart I pressed it tight |
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And I heard her softly whisper |
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"Son, I'll meet you on the other side." |
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I kissed my mother's old bible |
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And I wiped away the dust. |
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Oh, you never know until she's gone |
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How you'll miss your mother's love |
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Chorus: |
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There's dust on mother's bible |
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Its cover's worn with age |
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And though it's old and wrinkled |
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Mama's there on every page... |
