| Her Daddy was a preacher man
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| Use to smile when he prayed
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| And he’d hold them in his arms and whisper
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| «Bless this child today»
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| Now she works in the city
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| Tired arms and bleeding hands
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| Money’s so hard to come by
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| But she does what she can
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| He moved out not too long ago
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| Said she was cold to the touch
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| She gave her body to this one
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| But she didn’t love him too much
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| See the boys they come and go
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| Never reaching her soul
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| And she cries when she’s lonely
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| So scared of growing old
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| Now she got a ticket to Anywhere Georgia
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| Said it reminds her of home
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| She lookin' back at the city
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| Feelin' so alone
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| But she closes her eyes
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| Smiling just like her Daddy
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| She gives her life to Jesus
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| «Papa's gonna be so happy.»
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| So happy
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| She said,
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| «Oh I’ve seen my trouble
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| Oh and I see my pain in the bed (?)
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| Oh and I’ve been so lonely
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| Oh but consider me this»
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| Now she got kids of her own
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| A son and two daughters
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| She don’t feel too alone
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| She loves them like she oughta
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| Well they got her eyes
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| And they smile when they pray
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| And she’s down on her knees saying
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| «Thank you for blessing me»
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| Thank you
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| Thank you
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| Thank you
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| Thank you |