| There’s an old tear stained, worn King James
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| Bible on my lap
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| I can hear Mama now say it won’t let you down
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| And it never has
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| So I turn to the Psalms straight to the one
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| That I can quote by heart
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| But the words that used to comfort me are tearing me apart
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| He leadeth me through death’s dark valley
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| And by still waters too
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| Surely goodness and his mercy
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| Are gonna pull me through
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| But tonight I’ve wrestled with the Devil
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| Wrestled with the truth
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| If the Lord is my shepherd
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| And I shall not want
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| Why do I still want you
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| All my friends say this will end
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| You’re not the one for me
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| Cause I’m the kind that loves for life
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| And you’re the kind that leaves
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| So I’ve been praying and I’ve been waiting
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| For some kind of peace
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| But you haven’t phoned and I’m leaning on Old Psalms twenty-three
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| He leadeth me through death’s dark valley
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| And by still waters too
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| Surely goodness and his mercy
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| Are gonna pull me through
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| But tonight I’ve wrestled with the Devil
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| Wrestled with the truth
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| If the Lord is my shepherd
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| And I shall not want
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| Why do I still want you
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| Yeah tonight I’ve wrestled with the Devil
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| Wrestled with the truth
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| If the Lord is my shepherd
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| And I shall not want
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| Why do I still want you |