| Oh she used to stand and clap her hands and sing Amazing Grace
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| While the tears of childhood innocence were streaming down her face
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| Mama prayed at night and raised her right and thought she knew her way
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| But it’s a long long way from Sunday School to where she’s at today
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| It’s a long long way from Sunday School to Broadway
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| She’s a long way from the girl she used to be
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| When you sing the city songs it’s hard to find your way back home
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| And it’s a long long way from Sunday School to Broa-oa-oadway
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| Sunday evenings spent in the gospel tent down on her bended knee
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| Where she gave her soul to Jesus and he set her spirit free
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| But her body longed for city life and she couldn’t stay at home
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| And it’s a long long way from Sunday School to New York nights alone
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| It’s a long long way from Sunday School to Broadway
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| She’s a long way from the girl she used to be
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| When you sing the city songs it’s hard to find your way back home
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| And it’s a long long way from Sunday School to Broa-oa-oadway
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| Then her eyes grew bright in the cool dark night and a halo framed her face
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| And a passer-by swore he heard her cry, can you hear Amazing Gra-ace
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| Did you see the man who took her life as she walked the New York streets
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| And it’s a long long way from Broadway till the place at the Master’s feet
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| It’s a long long way from Sunday School to Broadway
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| She’s a long way from the girl she used to be
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| When you sing the city songs it’s hard to find your way back home
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| And it’s a long long way from Sunday School to Broa-oa-oadway
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| It’s a long long way from Sunday School to Broadway
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| She’s a long way from the girl she used to be
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| When you sing the city songs it’s hard to find you |