Preacher gave it to him when he was 8
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That sunday morning he got saved in that little church
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Granddaddy toted 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
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On that old king james
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He took it with him overseas
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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
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He swore that it 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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He passed it down to mama on the day he died
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Sat there for the longest time
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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,
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I'd see her pick it up
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Now the cover's torn, and the leather's worn
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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
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All the stupid things I did
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I may never know the toll I took
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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
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And I said yes ma'am
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Now the cover's torn and the leather's worn
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On that old king james
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Old King James
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Scotty McCreery |