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| There's an old familiar hillside overl | ooking Emhouse,Texas |
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| Where i l | eft some childhood memories layin' r | ound |
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| I can | almost hear the singing,i can s | till remember praying |
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| At them | old campground meetings eatin' ch | icken on the gr | ound |
| Chorus: |
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| With them h | allelujahs ringin',everyb | ody shoutin',singin' |
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| Give me that old time religion,Jesus loves me,this i kn | ow |
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| When l | ife was finger-lickin' good and | God lived in our neighborhood |
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| At them | old campground meetin's eatin' ch | icken on the gr | ound |
| Verse 2: |
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| I can still remember feelin' all that | happiness inside me |
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| When i pr | aised the Lord and laid my burdens d | own |
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| But that ch | icken must have tasted better t | han the word of God |
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| 'Cause it went sl | ippin' through my fingers and r | ollin' on the gr | ound |
| Chorus. |
| Verse 3: |
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| I reckon everyone of us can | call back or remember |
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| When the t | aste and smell of youth was all ar | ound |
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| And i r | eckon in our own way every | one of us is payin' now |
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| For e | atin' chicken and not listenin' to | old Parson Br | own |
| Chorus (x3). |
| Perret Charles-Amir : perret@math.univ-mlv.fr |
| http://soleil.univ-mlv.fr/~perret/country.html |