| Billy was a fightin', drinkin' man
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| The Devil never had a better friend
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| Mary Johnson was an angel, bless her heart
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| We all cried when she fell for Billy Sparks
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| She found a man that no one knew was there
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| All it took was two wings and a prayer
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| Mary Johnson is a saint heaven knows
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| She’s proved it seven Sundays in a row
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| Seven Sundays in a row he’s been in church
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| A little hard to recognize in his tie and starched white shirt
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| There’s a battle raging in his troubled soul
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| But God’s won seven Sundays in a row
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| Sometimes we all stumble and we fall
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| There’s a little Billy Sparks inside us all
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| But as long as we believe there’s always hope
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| For more than seven Sundays in a row
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| Seven Sundays in a row he’s been in church
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| A little hard to recognize in his tie and starched white shirt
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| There’s a battle raging in his troubled soul
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| But God’s won seven Sundays in a row
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| There’s a battle raging in his troubled soul
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| But God’s won seven Sundays in a row |