| Daddy Mac was a gentleman who led the Sunday singin'
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| He’d come down 44 here with Virgina by his side
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| He raised us kids up to understand the Bible
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| That path is long and rocky but it’ll always lead you right
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| And he’d open up his hymnal to the bookmark in the pages
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| People came from miles around searchin' for salvation
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| Everyone was singin' in the Glendale congregation
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| I sat on the front row and I cried
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| I sat on the front row and I cried
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| Then he’d go back up on Cactus Ridge 'cause he knew early Monday
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| He’d hit the ground runnin' and get back behind the plow
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| One hard and long week later it was Sunday go a meetin'
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| And you could hear a big hoarse echo all the way to town
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| And he’d open up his hymnal to the bookmark in the pages
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| People came from miles around searchin' for salvation
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| Everyone was singin' in the Glendale congregation
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| I sat on the front row and I cried
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| Yeah I sat on the front row and I cried |