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Well I know a preacher he's a real good man |
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He speaks from The Good Book and his hand |
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And helps all people when he can |
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But me and God don't need a middle man |
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Well I found God in a soft woman's hair |
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A long days work and a good sittin' chair |
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The ups and downs of the treble clef lines |
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And five miles ago on an interstate sign |
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My God, my God and I don't need a middle man |
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My God, my God and I don't need a middle man |
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Now I don't doubt that The Good Book is true |
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What's right for me may not be right for you |
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To church on Sunday I'll stand beside |
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All the hurtin' people with the fear in their eyes |
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And I thank the Lord for the country land |
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Just like Paul I thank him for my hands |
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And I don't know if my soul is safe |
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Sometimes I use curse words when I pray |
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My God, my God and I don't need a middle man |
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My God, my God and I don't need a middle man |
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My God, my God and I don't need a middle man |
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My God, my God and I don't need a middle man |