| A hundred miles out of Little Rock
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| Windshield full of rain
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| I-40 eastbound drivin' while I pray
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| She’s asleep in the backseat
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| Holdin' tight to her teddy bear
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| She’s got her daddy’s smile and her momma’s hair
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| And one word knocked our lives off track
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| Just one word keeps us comin' back
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| Across the Mississippi
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| A mile or two from Beale Street
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| Not too far from Graceland
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| Where the king of rock and roll sleeps
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| To a place for children
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| Where God sends his mercy rainin' down
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| In the heart of Memphis
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| Where angels hang around
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| All the deals that I made with God
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| The conversations that we’ve had
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| Tryin' to accept the things I could not understand
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| I wanna walk her down the aisle
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| While those church bells ring
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| See her get the chance
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| To live all her dreams
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| But one word knocked our lives off track
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| Just one word keeps us comin' back
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| Across the Mississippi
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| A mile or two from Beale Street
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| Not too far from Graceland
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| Where the king of rock and roll sleeps
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| To a place for children
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| Where God sends his mercy rainin' down
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| In the heart of Memphis
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| Where angels hang around
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| So sleep tight baby while these four wheels roll
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| 'Cause just beyond the clouds there’s a ray of hope
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| It’s a place for children
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| Where God sends his mercy rainin' down
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| In the heart of Memphis
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| Where angels hang around |