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Jesus my Lord don't need me no more |
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He's gone down that golden shore |
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Jesus my Lord don't need me no more |
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He's gone down that golden shore |
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The river is they keep on moving |
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And the homeless they keep on looking |
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And my good book says that God is good |
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My true love don't need me no more |
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She's gone down that golden shore |
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My true love don't need me no more |
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She's found another arms and turned her home |
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The homeless they keep on moving |
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And the river is they keep on looking |
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And my good book claims |
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That God is good |
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My on poop don't need me no more |
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He's gone with my momma down on that golden shore |
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My momma don't need me no more |
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She's gone with my poppa down that golden shore |
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The homeless they keep on dying |
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And we only keep on trying |
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And my good book claims |
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That God is good |
