*featuring Randy Travis
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The summer breeze, made ripples on the pond
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Rattled through the reeds and the willow trees beyond
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Daddy in his good hat, mama in her Sunday dress
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Watched with pride, as I stood there in the water up to my chest
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And the preacher spoke about the cleansing blood
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I sank my toes into that East Tennessee mud
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And it was down with the old man, up with the new
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Raised to walk in the way of light and truth
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I didn't see no angels, just a few saints on the shore
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But I felt like a new born baby, cradled up in the arms of the Lord
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Amazing grace, oh how sweet the sound
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There was glory in the air, there was dinner on the ground
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And my sins went for many, were washed away and gone
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Along with a buffalo nickel I forgot to leave at home
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But that seemed like such a small, small price to pay
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For the blessed peace of mind that came to me that day
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And it was down with the old man, up with the new
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Raised to walk in the way of light and truth
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I didn't see no angels, just a few saints on the shore
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But I felt like a new born baby, cradled up in the arms of the Lord
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This road is long and dusty, sometimes the soul must be cleansed
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And I long to feel that water, rushin' over me again
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Down with the old man, up with the new
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Raised to walk in the way of light and truth
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I didn't see no angels, just a few saints on the shore
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But I felt like a new born baby, cradled up in the arms of the Lord
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I felt like a new born baby, cradled up in the arms of the Lord
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Baptism
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| Kenny Chesney |
