| I went to see the preacher
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| To teach me how to pray
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| He looked at me and smiled
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| Then that preacher turned away
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| He said if you want to tell him something
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| You ain’t gotta fold your hands
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| Say it with your heart, your soul and believe it
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| And I’d said amen
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| Bang a drum for the sinners
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| Bang a drum for his sins
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| Bang a drum for the losers
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| And those who win
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| Bang a drum bang it loudly
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| Or as soft as you need
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| Bang a drum for yourself son
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| And a drum for me
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| I called upon my brother
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| Just the other day
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| He said: John I’m gonna die
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| If I don’t start to live again
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| I work each day and night like clockwork
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| Just trying to make ends meet
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| I could kick this bad world’s ass if I could
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| Just get on my feet
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| I’d bang a drum for the lying
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| Bang a drum for the truth
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| Bang a drum for the innosence
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| Lost in our youth
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| Bang a drum bang it loudly
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| Or as soft as you need
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| Bang a drum for you brother
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| And a drum for me
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| I don’t know where
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| All the rivers run
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| I don’t know how far
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| I don’t know how come
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| But I’m gonna die believing
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| Each step that I take
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| Ain’t worth the ground that we walk on
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| If we don’t walk it our own way
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| Now I don’t claim to be a wyseman
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| A poet or a saint
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| I’m just another man who’s searching
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| For a better way
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| But my heart beats loud as thunder
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| For the things that I believe
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| Sometimes I wanna run for cover
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| Sometimes I want to scream
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| Bang a drum for tomorrow
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| Bang a drum for the past
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| Bang a drum for the heroes
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| That won’t come back
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| Bang a drum for the promise
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| Bang a drum for the lies
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| Bang a drum for the lovers |