| Moses tending sheep in the fields one day
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| he thought he heard a burning scrub-brush say
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| gotta free your people
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| from the pharoah’s hand
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| gotta take em all to the promised land
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| Moses knew that God was taking to him
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| so he set off to Egypt with a vigor and vim
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| and moses bugged the pharoah — he bugged him
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| and he bugged him
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| till he got his people free
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| he used real bugs
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| yes indeed
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| he got his people freed
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| Moses on banks of the wide red sea
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| stuck out a stick and one two three
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| the water rolled back and the people walked down
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| everybody knew they wouldn’t drown
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| Pharoah told his army to bring em all back
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| and here comes the chariots clickety clack
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| why Moses took his stick
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| and he closed up the water
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| and the 'gyptians all took a bath
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| what a laugh
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| they all took a bath
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| dirty 'gyptians
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| grab my foot take my hand
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| lead me on to the promised land
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| milk and honey milk and honey
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| milk and honey milk and honey
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| me and all my people is here
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| so keep on sending manna
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| from the atmosphere
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| milk and honey milk and honey
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| milk and honey milk and honey
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| after forty long years in the wilderness
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| they finally saw their potential metropolis
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| they all gave thanks
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| and they all praised the Lord
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| even though it took time He kept His word
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| He grabbed their foot and He took their hand
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| and He brung em all over
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| to the promised land
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| but it seems to me like an awful long time to be looking for a home
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| a mighty long roam
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| looking for a home
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| never borrow money needlessly |