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In my hour of darkness in my time of need |
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Oh Lord, grant me wisdom oh, Lord grant me speed |
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Once I knew a young man |
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Went driving through the night |
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Miles and miles without a word |
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But just his high beam lights |
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Who'd have ever thought they'd build |
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Such a deadly Denver bend |
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To be so strong, to last so long |
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As it would till the end. |
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Another young man safely, |
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Strummed his silver stringed guitar |
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He played to people ev'rywhere |
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Some say he was a star. |
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But he was just a country boy, |
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His simple songs confess |
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And the music he had in him so very few possess. |
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But in my hour of darkness ... |
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The ther was an old man kind and wise with age |
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And he read me just like a book |
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Never missed a page |
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And loved him like a father, |
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And I loved him like my friend |
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And I knew his time could shortly come |
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But I did not know just when. |
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In my hour of darkness ... |