| Showdown in my Sunday school
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| I broke my teacher’s favorite rule
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| Got up on my feet one day
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| Dancin' all my blues away
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| The fire came down, I began to move around
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| Teacher said to me, Son this cannot be
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| Dancin’s not allowed
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| You’re beginning to draw a crowd
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| I said, Teacher if we could see
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| In eternity we’ll be…
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| Dancin' in Heaven
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| The angels and the sons of men
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| Will party in God’s presence then
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| Dancin' in Heaven
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| Like David did in days of old
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| Upon the rock the does not roll
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| I said, Teacher, I just can’t sit still
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| He said, Son, this thing is not God’s will
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| Dancin' is an evil thing, it doesn’t fit the hymns we sing
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| An angel then appeared and said, Man quit bein' weird
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| You can dance before the Lord
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| And your praise becomes a sword
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| If you let the Spirit move, even you can catch the groove
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| You can take a hint from me, for eternity we’ll be…
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| When the Son of Man comes for us
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| We’ll join the angels in the Chorus
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| We will learn what it is to praise Him
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| We’ll dance unto the Lord
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| Right now make sure that your motives are pure
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| You can be sure, it’ll be pure
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| And we’re gonna dance unto the Lord! |