| Anna Jean, darling, don’t leave me
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| On the count of my drinking
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| Or the fact that I don’t like the church
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| But still love the Lord
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| Please believe me, I know that Reverend
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| Twice as well as you do
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| And the church will be better
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| Long after I’m gone
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| I ain’t about to go looking for answers
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| In the body of Christ, it’s riddled with cancer
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| If I wanna get to the truth I’ll just get out the book
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| And if you have ears to hear then listen
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| And eyes to see all the lies you’ve been missing
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| There’s just as much truth in the Christ
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| As there is in the Crook
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| Anna Jean darling don’t leave me
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| On the count of my dreaming
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| Sometimes the dreams like a horseman
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| On a mare in the night
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| Fumbling his way through the forest
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| Tryna find a road that’s true
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| Sometimes he wakes in a clearing
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| In the cool morning light
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| So I ain’t about to go looking for answers
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| In the body of Christ, it’s riddled with cancer
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| If I wanna get to the truth I’ll just get out the book
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| And if you have ears to hear then listen
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| And eyes to see all the lies you’ve been missing
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| There’s just as much truth in the Christ
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| As there is in the Crook
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| So Anna Jean, darling, don’t leave me |