Preacher gave it to him when he was eight,
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That Sunday morning he got saved in that little church
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Grandaddy totted it to Bible school
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I bet back then it looked brand new, not a faded word
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Now the cover's torn and the leather's worn... on that Old King James
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He took it with him overseas, England, France and Germany
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Right there in the middle of hell
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Said he read it every night, he swore that it'd saved his life
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His only hope when there was no hope left
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Was in that Old King James
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Passed it down to Momma on the day he died
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Sat there for the longest time just gathering the dust
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But when life would take a sharp turn every now and then
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And she would just start missing him, I'd see her pick it up
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Now the cover's torn and the leather's worn.... on that Old King James
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You'll find on every other page, yellow lines or tear drop stains
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Every chapter of that good book
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Been through cancer, war and crazy kids, all the stupids things I did
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I may never know the toll I took... on her and that Old King James
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Yeah I'm the one who's got it now,
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She said read it when you're feeling down and I said Yes Ma'am
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Now the cover's torn and the leather's worn... on that Old King James.
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The Old King James
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| Scotty McCreery |
