| About three nights before every Christmas
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| We’d load Mr. Bradley’s truck with hay
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| 7:30 on the dot, on the church parking lot
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| We’d pile in that old truck and ride away
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| Just a bunch of kids singin' Christmas carols
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| To the hospital and the old folks home
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| Sometimes we’d go in and sing 'em all again
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| To a shut-in who was livin' all alone
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| Singin' Joy to the world, the Lord is come
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| Let Earth receive her King
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| And at Christmas each year, I still love to hear
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| The carols those kids used to sing
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| Then one year all of us decided
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| Everyone would bring some food on Christmas Eve
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| Bought a turkey and some toys for some underprivileged boys
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| Who lived with their Grandmom on relief
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| She had told them there wouldn’t be a Christmas
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| And the look on their faces I still see
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| I’m glad for what we did, cause we made some happy kids
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| Dance around where there might have been a tree
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| Singin' Joy to the world, the Lord is come
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| Let Earth receive her King
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| And at Christmas each year, I still love to hear
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| The carols those kids used to sing
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| Singin' Joy to the world, the Lord is come
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| Let Earth receive her King
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| And at Christmas each year, I still love to hear
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| The carols those kids used to sing |