| I was down on lower Broadway
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| When I heard a plaintive sound
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| There musta been a hundred people
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| Gathered all around
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| A blind old man sitting on a stool
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| No one made a sound
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| When he sang
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| Jesus loves me this I know
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| Somewhere bluebirds fly over the rainbow
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| God is great and God is good to me
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| He gave me music
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| Music’s what I see
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| I could almost feel the snow
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| When he sang Rocky Mountain High
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| He brought me to tears
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| With I’m so lonesome I could cry
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| I shivered in the chorus
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| When he played cold Kentucky rain
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| But he really got to me
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| When he sang music
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| Music’s what I see
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| He said my imagination
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| These songs and this guitar
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| Have taken me around the world
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| I’ve even touched a star
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| He sang for nothin' but he smiles
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| When the money hits the jar
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| And he sings
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| Jesus loves me this I know
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| Somewhere bluebirds fly over the rainbow
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| God is great and God is good to me
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| He gave me music
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| Music’s what I see
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| I’ve been busted flat in Baton Rouge
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| On a long black train
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| Felt the tracks of my tears
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| With blues eyes cryin' in the rain
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| I faced a ring of fire with
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| Sunday morning coming down
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| He was looking straight at me when he said music
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| Music’s what I see
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| God is great and God is good to me
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| He gave me music and
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| Music’s what I see |