| Somewhere in Vietnam a 19-year-old soldier
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| Walked out of a barroom
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| And he said, I must be seeing things
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| That bourbon hit me like a baseball bat
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| In Bellfast Ireland a little lady
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| Dropped her shovel in her garden
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| She raced across the yard
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| And ask her neighbor Mrs Clancy, what was that
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| In Memphis Tennessee a teacher
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| Raised the window, closest the river
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| And the children in her classroom swore
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| They’d heard a choir singing down the street
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| In Washington DC
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| A private secretary’s lips began to quiver
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| And the President just put aside his papers
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| And rose quickly to his feet
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| I lay in a cheap motel in the arms
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| Of someone else’s woman
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| When a loud explosion rocked the room
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| And turned the morning into night
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| I jumped out of bed and ran into the street
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| With hardly any clothes on
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| As the sky lit up my heart stood still
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| And I could feel my face was turnin' white
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| All at once the clouds rolled back
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| And there stood Jesus Christ in all his glory
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| And I realized the saddest eyes
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| I’d ever seen were lookin' straight at me
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| I guess I was awakened by
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| The penetrating sounds of my own screamin'
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| And it didn’t take me long to stumble
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| Out of bed and fall down on my knees
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| As tears rolled down my face I cried
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| Dear God, I’m thankful I was only dreamin'
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| And if I never go to hell, Lord
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| It’ll be because you scared it out of me |