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This ole house once knew my children. |
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This ole house once knew my life. |
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This ole house was home and comfort |
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as we lived through storm and strife. |
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This ole house once rang with laughter. |
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This ole house heard many shouts. |
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Now she trembles in the darkness |
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when the lightning walks about. |
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Ain't a-gonna need this house no longer. |
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Ain't a-gonna need this house no more. |
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Ain't got time to fix the shingles. |
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Ain't got time to fix the floor. |
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Ain't got time to oil the hinges, |
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nor to mend the window panes. |
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Ain't a-gonna need this house no longer. |
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I'm a-gettin' ready to meet the saints. |
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This ole house is gettin' shaky. |
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This ole house is gettin' old. |
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This ole house lets in the rain. |
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This ole house lets in the cold. |
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On my knees I'm gettin' shaky, |
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but I feel no fear or pain, |
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'cause I see an angel peekin' |
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through a broken window pane. |
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I ain't a-gonna need this house no longer. |
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Ain't a-gonna need this house no more. |
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Ain't got time to fix the shingles. |
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Ain't got time to fix the floor. |
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I ain't got time to oil the hinges, |
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nor to mend the window panes. |
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Ain't a-gonna need this house no longer. |
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I'm a-gettin' ready to meet the saints. |
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This ole house is afraid of thunder. |
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This ole house is afraid of storms. |
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This ole house just groans and trembles |
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when the night wind flings its arms. |
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This ole house is gettin' feeble. |
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This old house is needin' paint. |
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Just like me it's tuckered out, |
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but I'm a-gettin' ready to meet the saints. |
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Ain't a-gonna need this house no longer. |
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Ain't a-gonna need this house no more. |
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Ain't got time to fix the shingles. |
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Ain't got time to fix the floor. |
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I ain't got time to oil the hinges, |
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nor to mend the window panes. |
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Ain't gonna need this house no longer. |
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I'm a-gettin' ready to meet the saints. |
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I'm gettin' ready to meet the saints. |
