Place that Bible at my feet
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I could hardly understand you
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Boy,just mind that you mind me
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I bet that you've callin' on me boy
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Askin' for answers
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You've been callin' at my door
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You cried for a week
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My son is still in the world
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I don't see your way
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I miss the old days
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I miss the old days
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Son,don't run
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I said I'm tryin' to find some children in this world
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I know the things that you understand
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I bet that you've callin' on me boy
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Askin' for answers
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You've been callin' at my door
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You cried for a week
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My son is askin' the world somewhere
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I pray for him every day
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I know I won't see his face
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All the way from Florida to New Orleans
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I said 'everyone even who helps the least
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When a mother loses his child
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She would do my silly thing
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I know that I can never make it right
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But it's hard to live in failure
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My son is lost in the world somewhere
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I help him every day
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Instrumental
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Have You Seen My Son
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| Benjamin Booker |
