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There's a wildwood in the pines where the family used to gather. |
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There's a little shady grove where they built a country church. |
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They was singing in the ground. |
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Baptisin' in the river. |
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Glory! Hallelujah, brother! |
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Sweet salvation there was found. |
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So I believe that the saints go side-by-side in the land that lies up yonder. |
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I believe that there are streets there paved with gold. |
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There are people on their feet shoutin', singin' hallelujah! |
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I believe that |
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Jesus loves me. |
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I can feel it in my soul. |
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There's a long and windin' road that |
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I long once more to travel. |
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There's a home place in my heart sittin' high upon a hill. |
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There's a rosewood rockin' chair and a place set at the table. |
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Guess I better have a little talk with |
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Jesus. Maybe he can take me there. |
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So I believe that the saints go side-by-side in the land that lies up yonder. |
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I believe that there are streets there paved with gold. |
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There are people on their feet shoutin', singin' hallelujah! |
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I believe that |
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Jesus loves me. |
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I can feel it in my soul. |
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So I believe that the saints go side-by-side in the land that lies up yonder. |
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I believe that there are streets there paved with gold. |
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There are people on their feet shoutin', singin' hallelujah! |
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I believe that |
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Jesus loves me. |
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I can feel it in my soul. |
