84 lyrics for "Lord, you know"

'Cause I know he's here He's everywhere Take a look around oh and you will see That cross we bear It's in the air Lord we thank you for these gifted hands I remember the day that he came in I can't believe how long it's been Like a poet, he began to play
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Lord knows the devil don't sleep He never shuts his eyes You never hear him creepin' Heaven knows he's hell bent on me Shackles and chains, thank God that He can break me free 'Cause Lord knows the devil don't sleep You never hear him creepin', yeah
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Gamblin' with your life, you gettin' close to the grave Sorry Lord, the Devil got a hold of me, baby Knew I shouldn't have never let you close to me, baby Clutchin' on my fire, you never know these days I be clutchin' on my fire, you never know these
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Well, that mean old dirty Frisco And that low down Santa Fe Mean old Frisco and that low down Santa Fe You know they take my girl away Lord, and they blow back out on me Well, my mama, she done told me And my papa told me too Mama told me and my papa
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Some day you'll know just how it feels Shattered, cast aside, stripped of your pride Like you were never nothing special Made you feel like another spoke in the wheel While you left me there twice before Lord, I question whether I've had my fill Lord, I
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All I have is a song Oh you know I ain't complainin' 'Cause I can tell, lord its just your plan So I thank you for what I have And that's a song These ol' white lines on the highway Lord its all I know Seems like I've been out all my life But I just
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I woke up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes Know 'bout 'at I got these, old walkin' blues Woke up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes But you know 'bout 'at I, got these old walkin' blues Lord, I feel like blowin' my woh old lonesome horn Got
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Can we fight to save our souls? Protect the hive from enemies! March on, worker bees! Know your enemy! Follow the herd mentality! And we'll march... along, with our blindfolds on And we'll ride... the rails, with our pistols drawn Can the Lord... above,
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White lightnin' hit the family tree But the words were a slurrin' comin' off of her lips Actin' civilzed didn't seem to matter Everybody got to showin' their hiney includin' me Lord I'd never known Granny to take her a sip And it dawned on me It was the
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Yeah, I'm a shy young man with a real big heart I still haven't found where I belong But you know, my sweet Lord gave me just one thing, darling I know how to write one hell of a song Yeah, I know how to write one hell of a song This is what the Lord
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