(Dolly Parton)
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Glory to His name, oh, holy, holy
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There's a city where the streets are paved in gold
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A land where the milk and the honey flow
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And a mansion which for me
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'Cause my bible tells the story
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I just hope my feet are clean enough
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To walk upon the golden streets of glory
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Green meadows where the little children play
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No sorrow there, just one long happy day
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And none will litter there except the pure and the holy
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I just hope my feet are clean enough
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To walk upon the golden streets of glory
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And when I've reached my journey's end
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And if I'm worthy to go in
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Golden streets of glory, I walk on
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And the golden streets of my new home
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Will lead me up to the master's throne
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With the angel band I'll sing
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Glory to His name, oh, holy, holy
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I just hope my feet are clean enough
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To walk upon the golden streets of glory
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Hallelujah, I just hope my feet are clean enough
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To walk upon the golden streets of glory
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And when I've reached my journey's end
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And if I'm worthy to go in
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Golden streets of glory, I'll walk on
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And the golden streets of my new home
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Will lead me up to the master's throne
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With the angel band I'll sing
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Glory to His name, oh, holy, holy
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I just hope my feet are clean enough
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To walk upon the golden streets of glory
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Hallelujah, I just hope my feet are clean enough
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To walk upon the golden streets of glory
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Golden Streets Of Glory
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| Dolly Parton |
