| Jesus my Lord don’t need me no more
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| He’s gone down that golden shore
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| Jesus my Lord don’t need me no more
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| He’s gone down that golden shore
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| The river is they keep on moving
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| And the homeless they keep on looking
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| And my good book says that God is good
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| My true love don’t need me no more
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| She’s gone down that golden shore
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| My true love don’t need me no more
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| She’s found another arms and turned her home
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| The homeless they keep on moving
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| And the river is they keep on looking
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| And my good book claims
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| That God is good
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| My on poop don’t need me no more
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| He’s gone with my momma down on that golden shore
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| My momma don’t need me no more
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| She’s gone with my poppa down that golden shore
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| The homeless they keep on dying
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| And we only keep on trying
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| And my good book claims
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| That God is good |