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I remember when I was a lad |
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Times were hard and things were bad |
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But there's a silver lining behind every cloud |
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Just poor people that's all we were |
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Tryin' to make a livin' out of black land dirt |
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We'd get together in a family circle and sing out loud |
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(Daddy sang bass, mama sang tenor) |
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Me and little brother would join right in there |
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Singin' seems to help a troubled soul |
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Now one of these days and it won't be long |
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I'll rejoin them in a song |
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I'm gonna join that family circle at the throne |
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No, the circle won't be broken by |
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And by, Lord, by and by |
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(Daddy sang bass mama sang tenor) |
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Me and little brother would join right in there |
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In the sky, Lord, in the sky |
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I remember after work mama would call in all of us |
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And you could hear us singin' for a country mile |
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Now little brother has done gone on but I'll rejoin him in a song |
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We'll be together again up yonder in a while |
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(Daddy sang bass, mama sang tenor) |
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Me and little brother would join right in there |
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Singin' seems to help a troubled soul |
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Now one of these days and it won't be long |
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I'll rejoin them in a song |
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I'm gonna join that family circle at the throne |
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No, the circle won't be broken by |
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And by, Lord, by and by |
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(Daddy sang bass mama sang tenor) |
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Me and little brother would join right in there |
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In the sky, Lord, in the sky |
