| The summer breeze made ripples on the pond
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| And rattled through the reeds and the willow trees beyond
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| Daddy in his good hat and mama in her Sunday dress
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| Watched with pride as I stood there in the water up to my chest
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| And the preacher spoke about the cleansing Blood
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| As I sank my toes into that cool East Texas mud
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| And it was down will the old man
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| Up with the new
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| Raised to walk in the ways of light and truth
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| I didn’t see no angels, just a few saints on the shore
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| And I felt like a new-born baby
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| Cradled up in the arms of the Lord
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| Amazing grace, oh how sweet the sound
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| There was glory in the air, there was dinner on the ground
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| And my sins which were many, were washed away and gone
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| Along with a buffalo nickel I forgot to leave at home
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| But that seemed like such a small, small price to pay
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| For the blessed peace of mind that came to me that day
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| TO CHORUS
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| This road is long and dusty,
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| Sometimes the soul, it must be cleansed
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| And I long to feel that water, rushing over me again
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| TO CHORUS |