| Joshua fit the battle of Jericho, Jericho, Jericho
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| Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
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| When the walls come tumbling down
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| You may talk about the bonds of Gideon
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| You may brag about your men of Saul
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| But you never saw nothing like Joshua
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| At the battle of Jericho
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| When the sun stopped shining in the middle of the day
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| The sky began to storm
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| The ram horns, the sheep horns began to blow
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| When the walls came tumbling down
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| Well I know you’ve heard about Joshua
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| He was the son of none
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| He never stopped his work until
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| Until the work was done
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| Up to the walls of Jericho
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| He marched with spear in hand
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| «Go blow them ram horns», Joshua cried, «'cos the battle is in my hands»
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| Well the bible says that Joshua’s spear was eight of those cubits long
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| And upon his hip was a double edged sword and his mouth was a gospel horn
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| Up to the walls of Jericho, he marched with spear in hand
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| «Go blow them ram horns», Joshua cried, «'cos the battle is in my hands» |