| The Angels Rejoiced |
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| A house not a home was a picture satin painted |
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| For | sweet little sister and | me |
| Our daddy would frown while mother was praying |
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| His heart was so hardened that | he would not | believe |
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| In anger he'd | swear his | voice cold and | loud |
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| His Sundays were spent out with the gamblin | crowd |
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| I've never seen my daddy | inside a house of | God |
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| For Satan held his hand down the | path of sin he | trod |
| SOLO |
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| Not long ago our circle was broken |
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| When | God called on mother one | night |
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| In a voice sweet and low her last words were spoken |
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| Asking our daddy to | raise her children | right |
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| The angels | rejoiced in | heaven last | night |
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| I heard my daddy praying dear God make it | right |
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| He was smiling and singing with | tears in his | eyes |
| Bb | F | Bb | |
| While mother with the angels rejo | iced last | night |
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| While mother with the angels rejo | iced | last | night |