| We could hear the gospel all around
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| My dad and me leanin' 'gainst a tree with leaves falling down
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| Now, daddy, he’s no holy man. |
| He never taught us how to pray
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| But he saw the questions on my face
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| He looked at me and I turned away
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| And he said, «Believe what you want to, believe what you can
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| 'cause all I ever really learned from this life of mine…
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| Love’s the only thing worth a damn
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| So take it or leave it, deny or receive it
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| 'cause maybe it was never really ours to understand.»
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| And that right there’s the gospel according to my ol' man
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| The neighbors just put up with us
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| Mrs. Jones always tried to save our souls
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| With a fiery look as she held her book
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| And read about him calling all his little lost lambs back to the fold
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| And Daddy’d say, «Now, Elna May, with all due respect
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| Believe what you want to, believe what you can
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| 'cause all I ever really learned from this life of mine…
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| Love’s the only thing worth a damn
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| So take it or leave it, deny or receive it
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| 'cause maybe it was never really ours to understand."
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| And that right there’s the gospel according to my ol' man |