| Let me tell you 'bout the saddest news
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| It’s the reason that I’m singin' the blues
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| I built myself a house on some seaside land
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| Along came a storm and it got out of hand
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| I heard a sound, my house fell down!
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| Now all I got is a pile of sand
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| I got the blues, the sand pile blues
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| That’s all that’s left from my foolishness
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| I didn’t dig deep, my foundation was weak
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| So here’s the key: don’t be like me
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| Or you’ll be singin' the sand pile blues
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| I shoulda known what was up ahead
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| My next door neighbor came to me and said
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| «Hey there, friend, you better make a plan
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| To build your house on a rock if you can
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| And when the winds come rushin' in
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| You won’t be stuck with a pile of sand.»
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| I got the blues, the sand pile blues
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| That’s all that’s left from my foolishness
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| I didn’t dig deep, my foundation was weak
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| So here’s the key: don’t be like me
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| Or you’ll be singin' the sand pile blues
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| So, here’s the lesson from the things I’ve been taught:
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| You have to build your life on the solid Rock
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| Believe in Jesus that He died for your sins
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| And saved your life so you could follow Him
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| He’ll make you stand and in the end
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| You won’t be sittin' in a pile of sand!
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| I got the blues, the sand pile blues
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| That’s all that’s left from my foolishness
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| I didn’t dig deep, my foundation was weak
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| So here’s the key: don’t be like me
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| Or you’ll be singin' the sand pile blues |