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A man lay dying in the street |
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A thousand people fell down on their knees |
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Any other day he would have been preaching |
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Reaching all the people there, oh, Lord, Lord |
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But Lord knows I can't change what I saw |
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I say, "God rest his soul" |
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The Memphis battleground was red |
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'Cause blood came pouring from his head |
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Women and children fallin' down, crying |
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For the man they loved so well, Lord, Lord, Lord |
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But Lord knows I can't change what I saw |
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I say, "God rest his soul" |
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Lord knows I can't change what I saw |
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I say, "God rest his soul" |
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The morning sun will rise again |
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With all their patience growing thin |
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What we gonna do when war is come and we're dying? |
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Dying for the 'cause I know |
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Yeah, but, Lord knows I can't change what I saw |
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I say, "God rest his soul" |