| I was alone and sickly
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| It was a quarter of a moonlit night
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| I heard him cry through my window shade
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| And it filled me so full of fright
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| But I could not turn my back on him
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| I put on the back porch light
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| «Can I help you» said the Good Samaritan
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| «Can I help you» said the Good Samaritan
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| I brought him bread and a blanket
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| But I told him «You can’t come in»
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| You can sleep outside in the tool shed
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| Though a little rain comes in
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| Oh, I don’t know you, you’re a stranger
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| I don’t know where you’ve been
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| «You can’t come in here» said the keeper of the inn
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| «I don’t want you in here,» said the keeper of the inn
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| But I couldn’t sleep for the thinking
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| You know my night got so insane
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| I thought, maybe he was an angel
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| And I left him out in the rain
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| And what if he was the devil
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| He’d be coming after me again
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| But when I woke in the weary morning he was gone
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| When I woke in the weary morning he was gone
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| I thought maybe he was an angel
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| And I left him out in the rain
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| And what if he was the devil
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| He’d be coming after me again
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| When I woke in the weary morning he was gone
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| When I woke in the weary morning, Lord, he was gone |