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Hot August night |
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And the leaves hanging down |
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And the grass on the ground smelling sweet |
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Move up the road |
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To the outside of town |
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And the sound of that good gospel beat |
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Sits a ragged tent |
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Where there ain't no trees |
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And that gospel group |
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Telling you and me |
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It's Love |
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Brother Love's Traveling Salvation Show |
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Pack up the babies |
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Grab the old ladies |
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Everyone goes |
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Everyone knows |
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Brother Love's show |
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Room gets suddenly still |
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And when you'd almost bet |
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You could hear yourself sweat, he walks in |
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Eyes black as coal |
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And when he lifts his face |
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Every ear in the place is on him |
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Starting soft and slow |
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Like a small earthquake |
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And when he lets go |
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Half the valley shakes |
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It's Love, Love |
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Brother Love's Traveling Salvation Show |
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Pack up the babies |
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Grab the old ladies |
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Everyone goes |
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Everyone knows |
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Brother Love's show |
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Sermon |
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Take my hand in yours |
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Walk with me this day |
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In my heart, I know |
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I will never stray |
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Halle, halle, halle, halle, halle, halle, halle |
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It's Love, Love |
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Brother Love's Traveling Salvation Show |
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Pack up the babies |
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Grab the old ladies |
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Everyone goes |
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Everyone knows |
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Brother Love's show |
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Amen |
