| Now, I try, oh for so awfully long
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| An' I just try to be
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| An' now, oh it’s a gold mine
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| But it’s free
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| Yes, but I know in my head
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| That we’re all so misled
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| And it’s that old sign on the cross
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| That worries me
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| Now, when I was just a bawlin' lad
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| I saw what I wanted to be
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| An' it’s all for the sake
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| Of that I should see
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| But I was lost on the land
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| As I heard that front door slam
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| And that old sign on the cross
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| Worries me
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| Well, it’s that old sign on the cross
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| Well, it’s that old key to the kingdom
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| Well, it’s that old sign on the cross
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| Like used to be
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| But, when I hold my head so high
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| As I see my old friends go by
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| An' it’s still that sign on the cross
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| That worries me
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| Well, it seems to be the sign on the cross
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| Every day, every night
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| See the sign on the cross just layin' up on top of the hill
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| Yes, we thought it might have disappeared long ago
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| But I’m here to tell you, friends that I’m afraid
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| It’s lyin' there still
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| Yes, just a little time is all you need, you might say
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| But I don’t know 'bout that any more
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| Because the bird is here and you might want to enter it
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| But, of course, the door might be closed
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| But I just would like to tell you one time
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| If I don’t see you again, that the thing is
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| That the sign on the cross is the sign you might need the most
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| Well the sign on the cross
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| Is just a sign (??) too
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| Well, there is some in every prison
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| And there is some in the penitentiary, too
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| Oh, when your, when your days are numbered
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| And your nights are long
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| You might think you’re weak
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| But I mean to say you’re strong
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| Yes you are, if that sign on the cross
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| If it begins to worry you
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| Well, that’s all right because sing a song
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| And all your troubles will pass right on through |