| As we journey along
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| On life’s wicked road
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| So selfish are we For silver, platinum and gold
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| You can treasure your wealth
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| Your diamonds and your gold
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| But my friend it won’t save
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| It won’t save, your poor wicked soul
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| For when God calls
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| From his heavenly home on high
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| To your earthly wealth
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| Some how, no matter what you think
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| You must say goodbye
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| Then it’s useless to you
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| If you’ve strayed from the fold
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| Just don’t stray from the fold
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| For my friend, it won’t save
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| Oh, it won’t save your wicked soul
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| The rich man like all, Oh Lord
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| Will be judged at that time
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| But all of his wealth
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| Will be left behind
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| For no matter how much
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| Earthly wealth you get
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| Well, my friend it won’t save
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| Won’t save your poor wicked soul
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| A won’t save
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| Oh, won’t save your poor wicked soul
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| Oh, no, it won’t save your poor wicked soul
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| It won’t save your soul |