Amazing Silence
Every Sunday morning bright
Comes judgement day in His sight
Preacher man says it's slick
Man yah better think quick
Fried chicken and ole porch swings
The good Lord grant angels wings
To fly over and guide
Give us the good book to abide
Bye and bye Lord
As Granddaddy strums those chords
Amazin Grace, how sweet the sound
Of silence in the West bound
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