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About three nights before every Christmas |
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We'd load Mr. Bradley's truck with hay |
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7:30 on the dot, on the church parking lot |
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We'd pile in that old truck and ride away |
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Just a bunch of kids singin' Christmas carols |
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To the hospital and the old folks home |
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Sometimes we'd go in and sing 'em all again |
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To a shut-in who was livin' all alone |
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Singin' Joy to the world, the Lord is come |
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Let Earth receive her King |
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And at Christmas each year, I still love to hear |
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The carols those kids used to sing |
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Then one year all of us decided |
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Everyone would bring some food on Christmas Eve |
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Bought a turkey and some toys for some underprivileged boys |
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Who lived with their Grandmom on relief |
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She had told them there wouldn't be a Christmas |
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And the look on their faces I still see |
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I'm glad for what we did, cause we made some happy kids |
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Dance around where there might have been a tree |
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Singin' Joy to the world, the Lord is come |
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Let Earth receive her King |
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And at Christmas each year, I still love to hear |
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The carols those kids used to sing |
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Singin' Joy to the world, the Lord is come |
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Let Earth receive her King |
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And at Christmas each year, I still love to hear |
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The carols those kids used to sing |
