| Ha, ha, ha
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| Hey, hey, heeey
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| Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
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| Ha, ha (another day), ha
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| Hey, hey, heeey, ah (Lord I just gotta find a way)
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| Old master had a leper for a child
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| Left him out to fend for his self in the wild
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| They laughed at him anytime he went to town
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| So he kept to his self and he seldom came around
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| Loved life and he loved his kin
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| But he couldn’t understand why they ain’t love him
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| Slept out in the shed all alone
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| And all he ever wanted was some friends of his own
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| A few hands saved him, took him in and raised him
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| Taught him about love and struggle and patience
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| Gave him the family comfort he was cravin
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| He worked when they work and he sang when they sang
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| He sang so clear and so loud
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| That the masters of the children could hear him from the house
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| They recognize his voice and ran out
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| Everybody wanna know what the ruckus all about y’all
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| Preach on Mr. Preacher Man, they say
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| Everybody wanna hear what you have to say
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| Stand tall, speak loud, boy that’s the way
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| Them songs of yours, bring us a brand new day
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| Ha, ha (another day), ha
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| Hey, hey, heeey, ah (Lord I just gotta find a way)
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| See good Lord, I’ve been waitin so long
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| For y’all to come out here and take me in the home
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| The world’s so cold with no place to belong
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| They said «come on in boy, sing your song»
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| He stepped inside and to his surprise
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| It was so damn fly, he can’t believe his eyes
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| Ate and he drank and he felt satisfied
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| 'Til he sat by the window and he glanced out-side
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| Loved ones out workin
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| Eyes got full and his heart start hurtin
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| 'Cause them folk been singin for years
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| But ain’t any one of them set foot up in here
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| Hold up, how you get so much
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| Livin off folk like us that got it so rough
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| The way you hold 'em in your cold clutch
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| Makes me think that you don’t love your own soul enough
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| Preach on Mr. Preacher Man, they say
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| Everybody wanna hear what you have to say
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| Stand tall, speak loud, boy that’s the way
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| Them songs of yours, bring us a brand new day
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| Preach on Mr. Preacher Man, they say
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| Everybody wanna hear what you have to say
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| Stand tall, speak loud, boy that’s the way
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| Them songs of yours, give us a brand new day
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| Closed his eyes as he sang every note
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| The songs he was taught and the ones that he wrote
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| Stood up, cleared his throat, grabbed his coat
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| In those last moments, a few words were spoke
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| «I used to peak at this old house in awe
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| Imaginin what it must be like and all
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| And this the finest spread these eyes ever saw
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| But I don’t mind sayin I feel sorry for y’all
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| All that gettin, so little givin
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| Led a lot of y’all to forget what’s missin
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| Built you a big pretty prison to sit in
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| Strut around here, convinced that that’s livin
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| But we gonna keep on singin
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| Keep on solderin, keep on buildin
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| Keep on teachin and keep on listenin
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| And keep, keepin on, 'til the whole thing’s different»
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| In the shed, the sun start to set
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| Said all his prayers and laid down his head
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| Everything said that he needed to say
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| And one of these mornings we’ll wake up to a brand new |