Tonalité : A major•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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One, two, I'm practicing
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for the gig that matters
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In the sky, in the sky
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I'm singing for all my friends to gather
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When they fly, when they fly
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Gonna say, St. Peter
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Listen to my song here
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I've been ridin' all my life
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I know you've heard
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There he goes and throws an angel
When I hear redemption
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It knows no bounds
Too many days I've lived
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a life of leisure
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While folks were starved for food and rest
And it's true,
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I drank from the cup of the righteous
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While the devil's song played in my head
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But my redeemers have been made
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I can't help but change my tune
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So I'm practicing for the give that matters
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If I can't sing, this world is true
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Every drunk that I played for
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Kept me right, kept me right
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Every wayward preacher, aimless soldier
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Kept me in line, kept me in line
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Yeah, this is a song for all the sinners
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Who never know they've
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made the difference
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And the worthless saints
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abandoned in the trenches
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Lamb of God, lost in the woods
Yeah, I'm practicing for
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the gig that matters
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I want to see my Savior's face
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When St. Peter says, sing a song, child
And I'll let you through
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these pearly gates
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And I said, Lordy, I need a best witness
No disrespect,
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but just in case you missed it
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There's some long -haul sufferin'
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broken folks who need mendin'
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And they ain't seen your help yet
There's some long -hauled, suffering,
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broken folks in need, men dead
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And they ain't seen your help yet
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