We could hear the gospel all around.
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My dad and me leanin' 'gainst a tree with leaves falling down.
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Now, daddy, he's no holy man. He never taught us how to pray.
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But he saw the questions on my face.
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He looked at me and I turned away.
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And he said, "Believe what you want to, believe what you can,
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'cause all I ever really learned from this life of mine...
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Love's the only thing worth a damn.
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So take it or leave it, deny or receive it,
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'cause maybe it was never really ours to understand."
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And that right there's the gospel according to my ol' man.
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The neighbors just put up with us.
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Mrs. Jones always tried to save our souls,
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With a fiery look as she held her book
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And read about him calling all his little lost lambs back to the fold.
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And Daddy'd say, "Now, Elna May, with all due respect,
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Believe what you want to, believe what you can,
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'cause all I ever really learned from this life of mine...
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Love's the only thing worth a damn.
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So take it or leave it, deny or receive it,
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'cause maybe it was never really ours to understand."
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And that right there's the gospel according to my ol' man.
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Gospel According To My Ol' Man
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| Joshua Kadison |
