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By townes van zandt |
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When he offers his hand |
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Don't you turn him away |
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He can lead you to light |
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Through the darkest of days |
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With his love wrapped around you |
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You can't go astray |
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When he offers his hand |
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Don't you turn him away |
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In a world full of sorrow |
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A world full of hate |
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You can't wait for tomorrow |
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'cause tomorrow's to late |
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Come and stand amongst the pilgrims |
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In their golden array |
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When he offers his hand |
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Don't you turn him away |
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I am no simon, |
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No matthew, no paul |
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It don't take an apostle |
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To answer his call |
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And it don't take a prophet |
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To stand up and say |
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When he offers his hand |
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Don't you turn him away |
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I hope as i'm leavin' |
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My message is clear |
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It's a fool that would turn down |
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A gift that's so dear |
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When he offers his blood |
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Your depts to repay |
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Now he offers his hand |
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Don't you turn him away |