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Chorus: |
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Dust on the Bible, |
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Dust on the Holy Word, |
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The words of all the prophets |
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and the sayings of our Lord |
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Of all the other books you'll find, |
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there's none salvation holds |
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Get that dust off the Bible and redeem your poor soul |
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I went into a home one day to see some friends of mine |
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Of all the books and magazines, not a Bible could I find |
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I asked them for the Bible; when they brought it, what a shame |
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For the dust was covered o'er it, not a fingerprint was plain |
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(Repeat chorus) |
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You can read your magazines, read of love and tragic things |
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And not one verse of Scripture, not one verse do you know |
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When it is the very truth and its contents good for you |
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Dust on the Bible will doom your poor soul |
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(Repeat chorus) |