| Preacher said the day is coming
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| when trumpets sound and the ground starts humming
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| ain’t no use hiding or running
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| say your prayers, keep your fingers crossed
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| I just try to do the right thing
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| Pray for rain but not for lightning
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| Say my peace without the fighting
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| but I can’t be found without getting lost
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| When I leave maybe I’ll go to heaven
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| When I leave maybe I’ll go to some place else
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| Sister don’t grieve if you believe I’m unforgiven
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| sometimes it’s hard to tell
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| Here today, gone tomorrow
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| Satisfied and full of sorrow
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| slow to give, quick to borrow
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| but I tried my hardest not to sin
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| Packing up all my belongings
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| leave em alone so man might long me
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| nothing but my spirit on me
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| I’m gonna go someplace I’ve never been
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| When I leave maybe I’ll go to heaven
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| When I leave maybe I’ll go to some place else
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| but sister don’t grieve if you believe I’m unforgiven
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| sometimes it’s hard to tell
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| it’s hard to tell
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| Preacher said the day is coming
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| when the trumpets sound and the ground starts humming
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| ain’t no use hiding or running
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| say your prayers, keep your fingers crossed |