| Well I know a preacher he’s a real good man
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| He speaks from The Good Book in his hand
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| And helps all people when he can
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| But me and God don’t need a middle man
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| Well I found God in a soft woman’s hair
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| A long days work and a good sittin' chair
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| The ups and downs of the treble clef lines
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| And five miles ago on an interstate sign
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| My God, my God and I don’t need a middle man
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| My God, my God and I don’t need a middle man
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| Now I don’t doubt that The Good Book is true
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| What’s right for me may not be right for you
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| To church on Sunday I’ll stand beside
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| All the hurtin' people with the fear in their eyes
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| And I thank the Lord for the country land
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| Just like Paul I thank him for my hands
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| And I don’t know if my soul is saved
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| Sometimes I use curse words when I pray
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| My God, my God and I don’t need a middle man
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| My God, my God and I don’t need a middle man
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| My God, my God and I don’t need a middle man
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| My God, my God and I don’t need a middle man |