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DThe summer bF#mreeze made Gripples on the Apond
D Rattled through the F#mreeds and the Gwillow trees beAyond
BmDaddy in his Agood hat, Gmomma in her Sunday D/Fdress
GWatched with pride as I D/Fstood there
in the Gwater up Ato my Dchest
And the Cpreacher spoke abGout the cleansing blDood
GAnd I sank my tD/Foes into that Emeast Tennessee Asusmud A
Then it was Ddown with the F#mold man,
G UpA with theD new
G Raised to D/Fwalk in the way of Emlight and AsustruthA
BmI didn't see no Gangels
Just a D/Ffew saints on the Gshore
I Dfelt like a D/Dbnewborn Bmbaby Bm A
Cradled Gup in the Aarms of the DLord
DAmazing GF#mrace, Goh how sweet the Asound
D There was glory in the F#mair,
there was Gdinner on the Aground
My Bmsins which were Amany, were Gwashed away and D/Fgone
AGlong with a buffalo D/Fnickle,
I forGgot to Aleave at Dhome
That Cseemed like such a Gsmall small price to pDay
GFor the blessed D/Fpeace of mind,
that Emcame to me that Asusday A
It was Ddown with the F#mold man,
G UpA with the Dnew
G Raised to D/Fwalk in the way of Emlight and AsustruthA
Bm I didn't see no Gangels
Just a D/Ffew saints on the Gshore
But I Dfelt like a D/Dbnewborn BmbabyBm A
Cradled Gup in the Aarms of the DLord
This Croad is long and Gdusty
Sometimes a Emsoul it Amust me Dcleansed
And I Clong to feel that Gwater
EmRushing over me AsusagainA
DDown with the F#mold manG upA with the Dnew
G Raised to D/Fwalk in the way of Emlight and AsustruthA
BmDidn't see no Gangels, just a D/Ffew saints on the Gshore
I Dfelt like a D/Dbnewborn Bmbaby Bm A
Cradled Gup in the Aarms of the BmLord E
I Dfelt like a D/Dbnewborn Bmbaby Bm A
Cradled Gup in the Aarms of the DLord
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