| There’s a picture of Jesus
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| Hanging over my head
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| And it smiles at me all the way down
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| I wonder if he sees us
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| Or what he sees instead
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| And I wonder if he’ll ever come around
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| And there’s gold for the taking
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| Lyin' on the ground
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| Here in the land of the free
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| Tell me was I mistaken
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| Or did I hit the wrong town
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| 'Cause it sure was not waiting for me
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| There’s no bread on the table
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| There’s clouds on the sun
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| And I’m riding' out with a price on my head
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| I’m willing and able
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| To do what must be done
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| So my babies sleep safely in bed
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| When I came here they welcomed me
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| With their arms open wide
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| But that was a long time ago
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| Brought my wife and my family
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| I brought along my pride
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| Can you tell me where did it go
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| And there’s gold for the taking
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| Lyin' on the ground
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| Here in the land of the free
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| Tell me was I mistaken
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| Or did I hit the wrong town
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| 'Cause it sure was not waiting for me
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| There’s no bread on the table… |